What sex is your text?

Paste some text into the Gender Genie and find out.

I did.

When it comes to writing it just doesn’t get any more manly than this opening paragraph from one of my columns…

The fer-de-lance is the most feared creature in the jungles of Honduras. One bite has enough venom to kill three to five men. There are five of us in the canoe. Six, counting the snake.

The Gender Genie gave it 75 hairy-chest beating man points to 0 female points. Basically, it makes Hemingway look like a ballerina.

But before I go and enter myself into a bullfight feast your eyes on this girly intro:

With a long, toothy smile #2 looks up at me as if to say, “Do it again.” The pilot whale, slightly larger than a dolphin, feels like a giant muscle encased inside a wet, jet black wrestling mat.

Patrick, a Key West fishing mate, is on her right and I am on her left. We start to count as our hands go from pectoral fin to dorsal fin and back again, “One…Two…Three…Ffff…” On her fourth roll she pauses with her belly towards the blue sky.

According the Gender Genie I should have my mancard revoked. It scored 213 female points to only 116 female points.