I often ask my students to create sentences or paragraphs using new words from the readings. This is a great way to get them to expand their vocabulary.
A student came up with the following sentence as part of this exercise:
Women are strange creatures.
The student is a woman.
People are strange creatures.
🙂
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It bothers me that women were singled out, though. 🙂
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Me too. I meant it in a tongue in cheek way, as the only explanation of her behavor. (Except patriarchial messenge about those illogical, unusual women).
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What is disturbing is that the very next sentence she created was, “He hit me in the face with a fist.” I’m trying not to overanalyze here, but still. . .
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Calling a spade a spade, damn, women are strange creatures. 😉
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Women are stranger when you’re a stranger, Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
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I really like this poem.
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Oh. It’s a corruption of The Doors song.
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People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/doors/people+are+strange_20042733.html ]
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/doors/people+are+strange_20042733.html ]
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
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Women are strange.. and honestly.. men and women seem to fit gener stereotypes often of late for me. Case in point my current colleagues at work. I have mainly worked with men for the last 15 months and the last month has been with a small team of women. The men would talk sports, business, politics and were much more direct in issues we discussed. The women have talked about purses, clothes, have shied away from politics and are much less agressive and direct.
It really has been frustrating and a challenge. So.. part of this is me venting, but part of it is me really saying that women and men on **average** are vastly different. I think it is primarily the environment which molds people into gender stereotypes over time.. but the reality is that these strange differenceas consistently appear.
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This is yet another reason to come to Clarissa’s Blog where everybody is more complicated and fascinating than any stereotype. 🙂
I’m in a self-promotion mode today. 🙂
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I’ve generally found people to be more interesting and complex when I talk to them or hang out with them outside of a group. When they’re in a group of similar people they come across as more or less the same to me and tend to gravitate towards certain topics/attitudes/expressions. I’ve had surprising fascinating conversations with people who seemed two-dimensional but on their own had ideas, depths and interests I wouldn’t have guessed. This isn’t to say that there aren’t boring people out there… and sometimes people will still present only one side of them to you because they think that’s what you want to see… but I’m saying, in groups people are generally more boring and predictable 🙂
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@hkatz
I concur. I work one on one with people and have many fascinating discussions that typically dont happen in groups. Especially if the groups are of people who dont know each other well. I wonder though, do you think that is only because of cultural norms? I would be curious to see how most of Clarissa’s readership would act if we met them in a public/group setting?
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