Day of inquiry

I should be posting about something clever and market related to capitalize on traffic sent over by Felix Salmon's Market Movers blog. But in fact, after a morning conversation with some lofty denizens of the financial district, I have delved into one of the longer-lived mysteries of our time: the lingering question of Jamie Lee Curtis's hermaphroditism.

I must note that I was inspired in this quest by my recent rediscovery of the most excellent series of children's books she has put together with artist Laura Cornell, most recently (in our rotation) I'm Gonna Like Me, Where Do Balloons Go?, and The Human Race, all of which Graham and I have been enjoying immensely. They are as good as children's books get these days, and may take their place in the pantheon of great along with Dr. Seuss, Curious George and Mrs. Moskowitz and the Sabbath Candlesticks.

But I digress. Hermaphroditism. This rumor has clung to Jamie Lee like the gerbil to Gere, and is no less ticklish. And on what evidence? A boyish name? Adopted children? And what are the counterarguments? True Lies, Trading Places, Perfect, and, of course, this month's shocking topless cover photo of the AARP magazine. OK. Maybe that's not a counter-argument.

In any case, I must say that a few minutes due diligence has resolved little, but has aided and abetted digestion.