This last business, about the sperm conspiracy, is more conjecture on my part at this point. Hanna and I have already sat down for one conversation on the subject, which I will soon share on Goldblog, and I hope eventually to get to the bottom of her motivations. But she's cagey about her ultimate goals.
In the meantime, read the book; it's excellent.
And by the way, I addressed the issue of the sex imbalance here at The Atlantic in my advice column, What's Your Problem, not so long ago. The reader's question is followed by my answer:
First The Atlantic tells us that it's the "end of men." Goodbye, men. Then we get a cover story about the benefits for women of staying single--that they don't even need men. My question is not why The Atlantic has become so seriously feminized. My question is, how can you, as a male writer, stand it?
B.P., Baltimore, Md.
Actually, I stand it just fine. It turns out that men don't need testicles for very much at all. And emasculation has various benefits. For instance, you should hear the Atlantic All-Male Castrati Chorus in action! Our interpretation of Handel's Giulio Cesare was the talk of the NOW convention, and we've just been invited to be the opening act for a special run of The Vagina Monologues at Caesars Palace. And by the way, it's not as if we've given up our testicles permanently: Human Resources keeps them in a humidor upstairs, and they promise to return them to us if we move on to jobs at other, more masculine magazines, such as Cosmo.
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