Do You Write Strong Manly Prose? Find Out at Gender Guesser
Ronald Bailey | March 7, 2008, 12:18pm
The Gender Guesser is based on some research done in 2003 by a team of researchers from the Illinois Institute of Technology and Bar-Ilan University in Israel who developed a method to estimate gender from word usage. Basically you paste in some text and the Gender Guesser provides a score letting you know how likely the writer is to be male or female.
I've plugged in several of my columns and they generally score male, but some show up as "weak male." Not to worry, "weak male" or "weak female" scores may just mean that one is writing like a European.
In addition, I scrounged around on Web for for some Ernest Hemingway, Mark Twain, Willa Cather and Margaret Mitchell. Their scores tended to cluster in the range of weak male and female. Next, I input some recent op/ed columns by George Will, Maureen Dowd, and David Brooks. Pretty much the same result. '
When you have an idle moment, try your hand at gender guessing by throwing in some of your own writing or that of authors in whom you are interested here.
Kudos to frequent commenter Rimfax for the link.
Me | March 7, 2008, 2:39pm | #
Dagny walked straight toward the guard who stood at the door of "Project F." Her steps sounded purposeful, even and open, ringing in the silence of the path among the trees. She raised her head to a ray of moonlight, to let him recognize her face. "Let me in," she said.
"No admittance," he answered in the voice of a robot. "By order of Dr. Ferris."
"I am here by order of Mr. Thompson."
"Huh? … I … I don't know about that."
"I do."
"I mean, Dr. Ferris hasn't told me … ma'am."
"I am telling you."
"But I'm not supposed to take any orders from anyone excepting Dr. Ferris."
"Do you wish to disobey Mr. Thompson?"
“Oh, no, ma'am! But … but if Dr. Ferris said to let nobody in, that means nobody—" He added uncertainly and pleadingly, "—doesn't it?"
"Do you know that I am Dagny Taggart and that you've seen my pictures in the papers with Mr. Thompson and all the top leaders of the country?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then decide whether you wish to disobey their orders."
"Oh, no, ma'am! I don't!"
"Then let me in."
"But I can't disobey Dr. Ferris, either!"
"Then choose."
"But I can't choose, ma'am! Who am I to choose?"
"You'll have to."
"Look," he said hastily, pulling a key from his pocket and turning to the door, "I'll ask the chief. He—"
"No," she said.
Some quality in the tone of her voice made him whirl back to her: she was holding a gun pointed levelly at his heart.
"Listen carefully," she said. "Either you let me in or I shoot you. You may try to shoot me first, if you can. You have that choice—and no other. Now decide."
His mouth fell open and the key dropped from his hand.
"Get out of my way," she said.
He shook his head frantically, pressing his back against the door. "Oh Christ, ma'am!" he gulped in the whine of a desperate plea. "I can’t shoot at you, seeing as you come from Mr. Thompson! And I can't let you in against the word of Dr. Ferris! What am I to do? I'm only a little fellow! I'm only obeying orders! It's not up to me!"
"It's your life," she said.
"If you let me ask the chief, he'll tell me, he'll—"
"I won't let you ask anyone."
"But how do I know that you really have an order from Mr. Thompson?"
"You don't. Maybe I haven't. Maybe I'm acting on my own—and you'll be punished for obeying me. Maybe I have—and you'll be thrown in jail for disobeying. Maybe Dr. Ferris and Mr. Thompson agree about this. Maybe they don't—and you have to defy one or the other. These are the things you have to decide. There is no one to ask, no one to call, no one to tell you. You will have to decide them yourself."
"But I can't decide! Why me?"
"Because it's your body that's barring my way."
"But I can't decide! I'm not supposed to decide!"
"I'll count to three," she said. "Then I'll shoot."
"Wait! Wait! I haven't said yes or no!" he cried, cringing tighter against the door, as if immobility of mind and body were his best protection.
"One—" she counted; she could see his eyes staring at her in terror—"Two—" she could see that the gun held less terror for him than the alternative she offered—"Three."
Calmly and impersonally, she, who would have hesitated to fire at an animal, pulled the trigger and fired straight at the heart of a man who had wanted to exist without the responsibility of consciousness.
Her gun was equipped with a silencer; there was no sound to attract anyone's attention, only the thud of a body falling at her feet.
She picked up the key from the ground—then waited for a few brief moments, as had been agreed upon.
Francisco was first to join her, coming from behind a corner of the building, then Hank Rearden, then Ragnar Danneskjöld. There had been four guards posted at intervals among the trees, around the building. They were now disposed of: one was dead, three were left in the brush, bound and gagged.
Total words: 748
Genre: Informal
Female = 1119
Male = 1072
Difference = -47; 48.92%
Verdict: Weak FEMALE
Weak emphasis could indicate European. Genre: Formal
Female = 715
Male = 723
Difference = 8; 50.27%
Verdict: Weak MALE
Weak emphasis could indicate European.