The father of psychoanalysis had a bit of a crossdressing fetish, you know. Yes, his wife was stunned to come home one evening and catch him in a Freudian slip. (Go ahead, groan; at least I resisted the temptation to have her scream at him, "Id is an outrage. I'm leaving you for someone else. I want to feel Jung again." And then I was gonna have her light up a huge cigar and catch a train through a long tunnel.)