Women have no genetic blueprint
Neither do men, but women *really* don't
I'm working on a story for Broadcast magazine right now about metaphors of the genome, especially the blueprint. This is something I've been chewing on at least since talking to Anaïs Bailles about her work on Hydra, freshwater polyps related to jellyfish that are famous for being basically immortal. If you shred up 50 of the little guys (they have no brains, relax) and pack the shreds into balls of a few hundred random cells, those hodgepodge cell balls will grow into doubly-mythological Hydra-Chimeras that are perfectly viable, if sometimes multi-headed.

If the genome is a blueprint, where is the Hydra-Chimera's blueprint? Any one of its cells could carry the genome of any one of the four dozen or so ill-fated progenitor Hydra. So where's the master plan for its body?
You might ask the same question about women. We're not chimeras, but we're something close: mosaics.

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