While I doubt that crude puns concerning names and ejaculate are a means of determining possible cases of mistaken sexuality, that might be the basis for the investigation taken by the IAAF on South African runner Caster Semenya. She has been suspected of having male characteristics, which would give her an unfair advantage over other women runners. Semenya dominated the 800m women's world championships with an impressive, to say the least, time of 1:55.45. This was a vast improvement from her previous showings, and I must admit, a somewhat better reason for an investigation than the peculiarity of a giggle-inducing last name (most laughs attained through fake german-accent à la Goldmember).
Usain Bolt may be bashing records but Semenya's smashing the boundaries of sex like she was She-Hulk. Hey, She-Hulk's strong, but that doesn't make her a man. This investigation begs the questions, "what exactly does constitute a person's sex?" and "how does this relate to gender, if at all?" A write-up at the sportscientists blog does a great job of highlighting several of the questions that complicate the issue. This isn't simply a matter of puns or even a matter of whoo-hoos vs wee-wees*(see footnote). This encompasses and extends beyond gender and sex lines. The argument ultimately wonders what is fair and right. And how, when the controversy is dimmed, and a decision has been reached, all this will affect the career of a great young runner.
I can't help but be a fan of the shoulder brush...
*Coincidentally enough, this is also the name of a questionable Native American documentary that is (it is said) devastatingly disruptive especially when played at full volume on an exceedingly large computer monitor. And although I wouldn't know, I'd warrant that many of the less embarrassed patrons of the internet cafe will be curious as to the title of the titillating film...so, it's a good thing that you know it now, eh? Not that I would know or anything.**
**I would know, however, that you quite needlessly read the previous footnote, because you'd have read this footnote. While I might know this, one thing I actually do not know is if there is such a thing as whoo-hoos vs wee-wees. I would imagine that it would be something like this. Just as hot, except maybe sexier and with horses and a chick named Pocahotass.
