Topic: What's the best way to teach a Man?
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Sun 07/01/07 02:20 AM
Ok, so I'm creating this short story where the main character's a biggomist. He feels women have to beckon to his every need, and their one purpose in creation is for his pleasure. He is sentenced to this land where only women inhabit it. It is extremely clean, and beautiful. The ruler's name is Beautiful (a response to the way men are drawn to physical detail rather than character). All the subjects of the land are gorgeous, not one of them deformed, unproportional, or clothed. They pride themselves in inner beauty and not vanity, so clothes are obsolete-- a true man's dream: submissive women, naked and beautiful, who seek nothing but peace and pleasue. But in the end he is to come out a new man, thinking of women not as he did before but with a new sense of woman's importance or being and role in life. Of course, this is intended to be a satire, so its goal is to be comical, but teach a lesson too. Where should I go from here?

I'm open to suggestions... having writers block

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Sun 07/01/07 02:23 AM
To be brutally honest, I would learn to spell before I wrote any kind of literature.
I would also learn the correct grammatical sentence structure too.


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Sun 07/01/07 02:24 AM
You could have him face a series of challenges, which he completely screws up, and women (or some particular woman) keeps saving the day.

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Sun 07/01/07 02:25 AM
bigamyst?

bigomyst???

Big o mist?

Big bug with a mist of febreeze?


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Sun 07/01/07 02:27 AM
hmmmm you ever seen the video "Earl" by the dixie chicks???? I think that would make a good plot....laugh laugh laugh

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Sun 07/01/07 02:59 AM
thanks guys... and to reply to the stupidity of the 1st two, maybe i'll just leave that alone. i'm a english major. i can spell--idiot. I'm in college. but this isn't my paper 1st of all, its a forum so grammar, spelling, blah blah blah doesnt count... but its ok. you've given me a great idea, and proven one of my thematical pts: the men were the only ones w/negative comments. Lesson: don't take things so seriously; and if you don't have something nice (or WORTHWHILE) to say, DONT


Peace and Love all, Peace and Love.

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Sun 07/01/07 03:02 AM
---not "guys", i meant you Gypsy. I'll look into it. Thanks!--

this is only an idea. its not a serious paper. just for fun, so it's not like my life's gonna end if it doesn't come out rite...

LOL

Some people reeeaalllyy crack me UP!

I laugh at you! Ha!

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Sun 07/01/07 03:05 AM
You may be an English major, but I'm English!

So what?

This forum is entirely visual, and if you drop your literary standards, then that is the image you portray.

I am proud of the English language and all it's forms, but if you intend to be taken seriously, then you need to be able to spell.

From an English major, there is no excuse for shoddy spelling and bad grammar when you are trying to impress people.

Also I think you will find that the first three posts were not complimentary. But as your misandry has blinded you to all of the pi55-taking posts, I will accept that we males are at fault.

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Sun 07/01/07 03:24 AM
Get off it. Just breathe. And live.

Life is more than making a point and being understood.

It's about making a point and people giving a damn!!!

LOL

I laugh at you! HA!

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Sun 07/01/07 04:10 AM
You should write it so that all of the women are blind. Here's my train of thought...

Menstrual cycles sync up for women who spend a lot of time around each other. With all the women on the periods and no men to yell at or run out and get tampons and potato chips, the women would turn on each other. In a brutal battle of woman vs woman, eventually all of them would have their eyes scratched out. After a lone man arrives, the women would all want him to do chores around their houses and sit around telling them how pretty they are. The fighting would start again, resulting in the death of all the women. Then the guy could return to the mainland, having become a homosexual and end with him living in San Francisco. Final line in the story "I don't trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die."