This Is Why Too Many Women Can't Be in the Kitchen.

That age old analogy that says that women can’t be in the kitchen together is very true for a lot of different reasons. I suppose it also applies to a variety of daily activities as well including well for one a particular major. Today an hour ago, I just had would I might consider as my first real trist with Katie. She’s this girl that I met back in Shakespeare class that was that kind of offish, strange but level headed chick that always knew the right things to say and could make you laugh hysterically while doing it. And so we started talking in class and we got closer and it wasn’t really until this particular semester that I started to get to know her and hang out with her a lot more. Now I’d stay we’re pretty good friends as I know a hell of a lot about her family life as she does mine and we’re pretty connected in that way. One of the things we don’t agree on is how to handle disputes in certain situations. Whereas a few weeks ago, one of our classmates brought a piece in that was questionable in regards to how true the circumstances of the story was (the class is Creative Non-Fiction and there was a ghost involved in the tale), she had a comment to make about how she really didn’t see the piece as being a non-fiction piece and how the element of the supernatural shouldn’t have been involved in it. So after class she was pissed because of how everyone in the class (or so SHE thought) was hating on her because of what she said. What Katie’s issue is, it’s not what she said, it was how she said it. Grnated I had the same criticism to make about the piece but I told Rhea (the girl that wrote it) that there were certain things in the story that didn’t flow well to me and that she should consider revising and what not. I meant of course, the ghost but I didn’t want to come out and just say in a way that the piece was invalid because of the things she wrote. However when I informed Katie of this fact, she got angry with me saying that I was citing with them and that I didn’t understand what she was trying to say. And now here we are a mere five weeks later and the script is reversed.

A girl named Emily brought in a piece today that she was passing out to everyone, and I had some what I thought was constructive and proper criticism that I felt was appropriate for her. Granted though I didn’t thoroughly read the piece through, that was exactly the problem in my eyes. I’m the kind of person where if you’re going to bring a story that’s been done before, if it’s going to be the same old love story and what not, bring it in a new way. Give me something fresh. That’s what people said about the story I wrote that one time: The Curse of a Married Man. While it starts off in the same regard as any other love story involving a triangle, I put a major twist in the works and it threw people for a total loop. That’s how I feel about works. If you’re going to do something that’s not original, then it needs to be spiced up and made into something more than just a common everday love story. Emily’s story was in a word, rather generic. It was a story about a tragic love between her and her now husband who was in a gang and dating another girl and through the pain and brokeness of their two lives (she was involved in her own abusing relationship,) together the two of them found each other and made it better. BORING! I simply told her that she needed to round out the characters in the story from the beginning and though we see a dramatic shift in the characters at the end of the tale, when I first start reading something that’s this long (we’re talking fifteen pages single spaced) I need only flip through the first two pages and I get the whole tale immediately. However what really pissed me off wasn’t what Emily said about my comment. She didn’t like them, and I’m sorry but I’m not gonna back down from my statements that I made just because she didn’t understand what I had to say. And the fact that people didn’t understand my statements or the way it came out is quite frankly ridiculous. But whatever. I only have to deal with it a few times and it’s done.