The Gene Pool's Gene Pool

Hello. Welcome to the Weekend Gene Pool, where we try to cajole stories out of you that we can use next week, and in return give you cheesy intriguing entertainment.

Today will be short. We begin with a Gene Pool Gene Poll:

Here is a recent photo of Sting (born Gordon Sumner):

And a recent photograph of me:

And here is the Poll:

This might be a somewhat deeper question than it seems. Or it might not! We will discuss it when I respond to your Questions and Observations. I suspect and hope that some will be bracingly cruel. Send ‘em here:

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Have you voted? If not, please do, now.

Good.

Or as they say in Pashto,

Kha.

And in Amharic:

ጥሩ 

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Some of you already know this, because I have mentioned this before. For the many of you who have not: Sting is exactly my age, give or take a few hours one way or the other. (I know the more precise answer, but am not telling you yet.). We were both born on Oct. 2, 1951. We are both exactly 73 years and 200 days old.

The first time I learned about this coincidence was around 1995, when Sting told an interviewer that he and his wife often had 7-hour long sessions of tantric sex. I was 44 at the time and I knew only vaguely that the former The Police frontman and I were of the same generation, but it was only on that day that I checked and learned the ghastly Truth. Also at 44, he was evidently a sex acrobat.

(Years later, Sting admitted that the original claim was something of a joke, adding that the seven hours “included dinner and movie.” No matter. The ego damage was already done.)

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Here’s your challenge for this week:

Talk about the difference between your chronological age, your apparent age, and your internal age, or any two of those three. Be funny and and/or poignant. Anecdotes help. Again, send them to that same HERE button.

Okay, We’re almost done.

Here is a second Gene Pool Gene Poll for today. It is only vaguely related to age.

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And finally, please consider becoming a paid subscriber to the Gene Pool if you are not one already. It costs $4.15 a month. As my employer, you would get to order me around, express your disappointment in me, assign me remedial tasks and threaten me with dismissal if I don’t shape up. That’s got to be worth a buck a week, right?

See you next week.