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WEDNESDAY

It’s hard to pick up babes at an indie-rock concert. A fundamental problem faces the scenester suitor: In a sea of lanky youngsters sporting short, shaggy ’dos, black-rimmed spectacles, and shapeless vintage sweaters, might the tall lady nearby, posing hard, one hand on a bony hip, smoking American Spirits with practiced abandon, be a dude? Identifying gender is certainly crucial in the dating game, but artist and curator Ruth Trevarrow points out the weight we assign it much earlier on. The title of her new exhibition reflects her own realization that, when caught wondering about an androgynous acquaintance’s gender, the words ringing in her head are not “Man or woman?” or “Male or female?” but “Hey, Is That a Boy or a Girl?” Trevarrow wonders, “[I]s the importance of gender wedged somewhere back in our reptile minds?” More than 25 artists will examine the construction of gender in an expansive show at the Warehouse Gallery. Included are photographic contortions of flowers’ sexy bits; a large carved-walnut sculpture titled George Washington’s Balls; and a painting called If Modigliani Was Gay. Fusing art with what Trevarrow calls “fake science,” Jane Lincoln’s work features an array of six crocheted baby blankets, playing with the percentage of pink the eye will allow before identifying the blanket as “female.” Dress your baby in red overalls and a bowl cut for the show, which is on view from 3 p.m. to 9 p.m. (to Nov. 27; see City List for other dates) at the Warehouse Gallery, 1021 7th St. NW. Free. (202) 783-3933. (Kara McPhillips)