I couldn't stand more than twenty seconds of that silly little person. So I may have missed something of some actual importance, though my bet is not.
There are three women who cut hair at the barbers I go to, and no men who cut hair. One of these women won't cut my hair because she has only been trained to cut men's hair -- no matter that I simply want a cut just like one she would give a man. So I don't go in on Wednesdays when she is there on her own.
I asked one of the others, quietly, what that was all about, and apparently it is an actual thing: some places that train hairdressers do reckon there is a difference between men's and women's hair. She said that quite a few barbers won't cut hair for women because of this, though they don't seem able to explain what the difference actually is.
From my point of view, the real difference is that getting my hair cut the way I want it in a woman's hair salon costs thirty-odd quid minimum round here (and up beyond a ton if I go to one of the stupid places), and in the barber's costs me nine quid.
I have clearly been non-binary all my life, only I preferred to call it "maverick". It all started when I was about thirteen and liked my parents while everyone else else at my school was hating theirs, and it's only got worse since then.