Ever since I was told my writing was male, I’ve been concerned that I might be a man. Today, I decided to take a quiz.
Esquire‘s “Are You A Man” quiz offers a way to “find out where you stand in the landscape of masculine virtues — competence, emotional and physical discipline, self-possession, honesty, humor, and a solid first name of at least two and no more than three syllables.” It also allows that a man is “a good thing to be, mostly. Even, of course, if you’re a woman,” which clouds the issue somewhat. Nonetheless, I decided to press on. I answered questions about which tie I preferred (slender, but not too skinny), whether I hated my dad (no), and how quickly I felt I could “bed a woman” (since I’ve never attempted this, it’s possible that my guess of 24 hours was too optimistic). At the end, I was rewarded with the news that I was three-quarters of a man. This seemed pretty decent — I passed, after all — but I decided to check with some male and female friends to see how I measured up.
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