The identity stuff around Pratchett's female dwarves makes me deeply sad when I think about it too hard. The subtext of many of the scenes seems to be that they're not fully real dwarves and they're also failing at female. As a woman in a strongly male-dominated profession, I hear that song enough in real life. I end up carefully not thinking about the dwarves so I can maintain my use of Discworld as light escapist reading.

(I haven't read this particular Pratchett, so I don't know if it continues the subtext, but it's been in several of the others.)