. . . or any other left-handed person. Are we “damaged”? Genetically different? Who knows?
When I was a student at Reed College, we often fled south to San Francisco at spring break or other times, “itching to get away from Portland, Oregon.”
And one day five Reedies squeezed into a booth at the late, legendary Sam Wo Restaurant in Chinatown, only to find that we were all left-handed. Make of that what you will.
(However, in the interest of manners, I use a knife and fork left-handed and chopsticks right-handed.)