We didn't have sex, if that's what you mean. That's all I do now, not have sex.

Anya ,'Dirty Girls'


The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 8:28:11 pm PDT #2047 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

So, it varies from person to person - yep, okay. Makes sense. But that takes me back to the complete one-sidedness of the standing joke. Because

However, she does know how to ask me the actual question of "Does this make me look fat?" It might be something in her face or her hands, or her stance. And that question gets the sort of answer she wants -- flat out, but gently delivered, if required, truth.

If the standing stereotype is correct, then men can't read any signals. And I guess maybe that's the stereotype that's really puzzling me.

Because either I'm even blunter than I think I am - no mistaken signals ever, which I don't believe - or most men can read signals.

Because, see, pretty much all the men I know?

Can. Truly. They read signals just fine.

edited for clarity.


§ ita § - May 10, 2005 8:32:21 pm PDT #2048 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

In my experience, some guys are more intuitive than others about subtext, but there's nothing gender-related about the inability to understand social nuances. Fuck, guys have wanted me to lie to them too.

I don't think the standing stereotype is supposed to be any more accurate than "men can't cook" or "women can't drive stick." It's a cheap and easy joke, which has no real bearing on human tendency or ability.


deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 8:37:18 pm PDT #2049 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I'm just pondering here, in a nice lazy late in the evening way - but I have to say, it's only just occurred to me that my own basic "je ne grok pas" on this stuff may well have led me to not notice that men in my life wanted to be lied to. Scary thought.

Man, it's a wonder I'm still married, after all these years.

"men can't cook"

Heh. That one went west with the advent of the Food Network. All those superb chefs...


Liese S. - May 10, 2005 9:52:52 pm PDT #2050 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Well, but that's a whole 'nother gender thing. That women can be adequate at their given craft (even and perhaps especially gender stereotype fields) -- sewing, nursing, cooking, secre...tarying. But that men are still at the top of each field -- fashion designers, doctors, chefs, executive assistants.

In general, I think I deal with much cowardice with the social contract stuff. I will likely tell you whatever complimentary thing you want to hear, regardless of its relative truth. "Does this make me look fat?" will result in a reflexive "No, of course not, you look great!" without me giving much thought to how you actually look. But then, in generalities, if that sort of opinion is being sought, rarely is the subject in real dire straits as far as appearance goes.

"Am I interrupting?" will also get you "No, you're fine." In fact, almost any similar query will get, "Oh, you're fine." which may, in fact, mean that you were doing whatever you were begging pardon for, but that I will put up with your rudeness. Of course, I may employ The Eyebrows, if truly necessary.

Further, if I ask, "How do I look?" I am looking for a relatively honest answer, but of course, I am seeking a positive response. I want the answer to that question and the truth to both be "Great!" If truthfully answered, "Horrible!" I may respond well, but still feel (experience) hurt. If I thought I looked horrible, I probably wouldn't have been standing in front of you and certainly not asking. I must have thought I looked passable, and so, your reply means that I am somehow lacking in sartorial sense or some other terrible and hitherto unnoticed faux pas.

See?

To throw a lariat around this whole post and try to lug it back to topic, this is why sometimes I fret about feedback in this thread. I put my material out there because I think it's passable. Of course, I want people to think it's wonderful, or I wouldn't have put it out. Then, I refresh my page a bunch of times, because I am relentlessly impatient for affirmation. And when I actually get feedback, I am suspicious of it, because it is positive. I don't want this thread to be for hairpats. Surely I have written some things that are awful, and people should tell me so.

But, otoh, when people (like deb, who I know to be forthright) do give compliments, I take them in the spirit given, insofar as that is possible.


Pix - May 11, 2005 4:04:16 am PDT #2051 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

I have no bloody idea what to do with my creative writing class today due to the fact that I was thinking it was a workshop day and just now realized that it is not. Any ideas? I've covered most of the basics of poetry and prose with them, and I don't have time to put together a screenwriting or scriptwriting lesson.


Topic!Cindy - May 11, 2005 4:14:05 am PDT #2052 of 10001
What is even happening?

Take them outside, tell them to find something outside and write 1,000 words on it.


Pix - May 11, 2005 4:48:17 am PDT #2053 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Oo, good idea!! Inspiration from the outside world! It looks like it's going to be beautiful today, too.


Topic!Cindy - May 11, 2005 5:13:53 am PDT #2054 of 10001
What is even happening?

Exactly. And really, what's the school going to do--fire you?


Pix - May 11, 2005 5:14:51 am PDT #2055 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Oh, the school won't care. We have a gorgeous courtyard. My ninth graders perform Midsummer out there every June.


Topic!Cindy - May 11, 2005 5:32:42 am PDT #2056 of 10001
What is even happening?

The kids will be happy, and you can pretend you're not at work, and get some sunshine in your pretty face, too.