Gender confusion

This blog is meant to encourage readers to share their own stories based on my posts about everday awkward living. This post may not be the case because I could be the only person who experiences this:
Once in a while I'll think about myself in the future, imagining that I've become a famous painter, filmmaker, musician, politician, or maybe even philanthropist! Sometimes I'll imagine myself being interviewed on E! Biographies or something like that. Now, it's not like I do this just so I can talk about myself in my own head, but to think about what I want to accomplish in life. It also comes up kind of subconsciously. I imagine telling my own autobiography in anticipation that if somebody asks me "Why did you choose to paint over becoming a dancer," or "What was your reason for moving to New Zealand and raising twelve children?" I would have an answer ready. It's all a bit ludicrous since I really don't know where I'll be in forty years, but that's not the craziest part!
What I don't understand is that when I imagine these interviews, I'm a sixty year old man, usually with a gray beard. Did you get that?! A MAN! Is our society so male-dominated that I can't even imagine myself as a famous WOMAN? It's kinda like when your reading an article and you automatically imagine a man wrote it until you see the author's name is something like Betty O'Connell. Except I KNOW I'm a woman!
What does this mean? Do I not see myself accomplishing anything in life so I subconsciously replace my older self with an anonymous man? Have I maybe seen too many television interviews with bearded men thus proving my male-dominated theory? Am I sexist against my own gender?
I guess this is just something I'll have to consciously change, or maybe I should just stop imagining myself in the far future since I don't even know if I'll be a single, overachieving, workaholic artist, or a family woman living on the other side of the planet with twelve little munchkins and an Australian/Filipino husband.

Where the Sidewalk Begins

Today I was crossing a busy road towards the sidewalk. Thinking it was closer than it really was, I took a large step, but the curb was not there so I fell into my own momentum. I was so surprised I immediately yelped and continued to trip over my feet. It was as if the sidewalk had inched itself away from me just to see what would happen.
The event was a quick moment in time, but the embarrassment lasted many times longer. Nobody pointed out their car window and laughed nor did anyone approach me and say "Hey you! You drunk or something"?!, which caused me to think that they must have quietly pitied me from behind their tinted vehicular windows.
Most likely nobody noticed my clumsy mistake at all. For some reason that makes it seem all the more sad. :P