Hmm. All my intellectual pretensions have come to this:
This blog’s reading level: High School.
My friend The Smirking Cat qualified as genius-level, and she writes about hockey (among other things). Go figure.
I’ve written about such esoterica as early medieval restrictions on sex, a critical history of patriarchy, and how women in the FLDS aren’t much better off than ancient Babylonian women. I’ve bloviated about embodied experience and ahistoricism in the history of childbirth. I’ve rambled on about all manner of obscure medical and scientific ideas, from the health benefits of ejaculation to the link between testosterone and finger length (both of which get lots of Google hits, for some reason, though not quite as many as the Duggar family and their 18 children).
Then again, assuming that the algorithm looks like stuff like sentence length and structure, being decidedly middlebrow might mean that my English hasn’t been permanently Germanized. So perhaps I shouldn’t be miffed. After all, I don’t want my prose to sound like what Mark Twain lampooned in “The Awful German Language.” It’s bad enough when verbs get split in two in German or pile up at the end of a sentence like a train wreck (as a grad school colleague of mine loved to say). I don’t want to start doing it in my mother tongue.
If you run your blog through this little analyzer, let me know in comments if you came out as more or less dumbed-down than Kittywampus!
(Update April 5, 2009: the link to the test may be broken. In which case you can give yourself whatever score you like.)