The Gender Genie

The Gender Genie



A gender genie? Ah... Just in case you don't know your own, go here. Interesting chance to compose something anyway. Get those creative juices flowing and see if you write Hemingway or Bronte! Add your own literary opus and see what the Genie guesses. May be helpful if you are trying to get that just right feel - like my friend, Janeen! Good luck!

Here's mine... (written in 10 minutes time stolen at my desk - not too conducive for creative juices...)

Layered like ancient rock, slate blue skies dashed with a streak of brown pollution blanket the city. Beneath it all hums the ant-like movements of humans jostling with mundane purpose. Images of weekday life mirrored in tall stalagmites of glass create a surreal feeling of an outdoor funhouse. Helmeted men on yellow bicycles weave in and out of pedestrians on the sidewalks, keeping the suit world safe from a brush with a lesser life form. On the corner, a one-legged man sits in a wheelchair holding a small cup mutely insisting that society replace the lost limb with monetary compensation. The expression on his face is stoney, without a single emotion. Mellow tones from church bells ring out a noonday song, signaling the halfway mark of the day. Shops and cafes fill suddenly to overflow and the mingled smells of fried meat, baked bread and coffee overlay the odor of engine exhaust and street dust. A tiny cosmos of human interaction, simultaneously energizing and demoralizing with its man-made rhythm and pulse- - the city.