I received the following e-mail a while back:
While I was amused that your gender genie got my sex wrong 100% of the time, I feel it is unnecessary for the 'was I right' box to comment 'that is one butch chick.'Since it is not BookBlog's intent to offend anyone, we would like to publicly apologize to you, sir, for any distress The Gender Genie may have caused. The Gender Genie is designed to entertain and amuse. To imply that such a masculine individual could possibly a "chick" is degrading, demoralizing, and disgusting. We declare, proudly and enthusiastically, that your testicles are truly the size of cantaloupes. In addition, we share your disappointment in our conscious decision to choose the moment you inputted your text to personally insult you rather than serve up one of the many random canned insults we use to offend everyone else.I am a happily married mother of two, with no 'butch' features other than a tendancy to use the word 'the' more often than your algorithim thinks I should. I suggest you should consider whether it is your gender definitions which are wrong, and not me.
Handing out personal insults to people who are helping your research is neither funny nor clever. Plus, the phrase 'one butch chick' suggests that you have unresolved gender issues of your own, and therefore your theories may be tainted at source.
We sincerely regret upsetting men everywhere and should be flogged in a public square with a razor-tipped whip soaked in lemon juice as passersby throw rotting cabbages. However, we do take some comfort in knowing we were able to amuse you by being 100% wrong. You may rest assured, my man. We will probably be wrong many, many more times in the future, so prepare yourself for the raucous hilarity and please accept our humblest apologies.
[Yeah, yeah. Not only did our silly game upset this humorless happily married mother of two, but I posted her e-mail and ridiculed it. I am evil. Bite me.]
