This gives feminists yet more handy material for regarding us as little more than bullying beetles and, perhaps, advancing an alternative route to a healthy population that doesn’t call for the presence of men – and their ragged Y chromosome. Given that time decays the latter, and there’s more than enough reproductive material currently available in the seven billion testicles that are walking around the planet today, why not bank a stockpile of sperm belonging to athletic geniuses for posterity and have done with us?