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Why can’t female authors write men? Why is every book written by a woman centered around a woman crying about woman problems?
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>>25206897
Actually anon, there is a magic cure to solve male suffering you know.
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>>25206956
Heathcliff beats women!? I guess that would explain the leather jacket.
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>>25206888
Cunt carriers lack theory of mind and empathy.
Not only is the three holed abomination born mentally deficit, but culture itself educated these abominations that they're special and unique (they're not) so they have no real drive and impetus to assume and analyze perspective outside their own. This autoclitocentric perspective of the female is enhanced by the simping psychologically castrated males who'll do anything, including child rape and child murder, to get into the good graces of the cunt for a chance of an access to the mutated asshole that festers on the female crotch: the only true asset of the failed fallen creature, mother of all degeneracies, called female. All this combined leads to the usual female perspective: me alone is important; everyone else is a prop.
Rape is the only answer to this disease.
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art is about reaching towards higher ideals and what it means to be human and the meaning of life etc and nonwhites and women are incapable of doing this because they're not really people, they are not sentient so they just make "art" about what they know which is 100% of the time being brown and/or having a vagina
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>>25207209
Totally wrong lol. I've consistently gotten better (anonymous) feedback for my writing of women than of men. Women just have a massive psychological need to preserve the secrets (such as they are) of their inner being and that urge warps their perception.
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>>25206888
Because when you've just become a political subject three generations ago and youre whole gender has been for the most part excluded from education, segregated, abused, etc. then there are a lot of women problem to talk about.
You guys don't seem to realize that every woman you meet today has a mother and a grandmother that were gradually more oppresed than she ever was, and that she needs to take this into account. These are the first two or three generations in a millenary history that finally have the possibility of constituting themselves as free intellectual subjects en masse and you expect them to do this orderly and by following artistic standards and modalities of expressions established mostly by men.
Of course it's going to be a fucking mess for several years, maybe even full centuries, before we can fully recalibrate men-women relations and have new subjects entering into artistic discourse (same is true for minorities and so on). You complaining about the fact that they're not doing it right feels just ridiculous, this is resistance to a change that has been made inevitable by the two big technological changes of the last 200 years, i.e. contraceptions and women joining the workforce. There's no going back: please find it in your heart to accept this and try to be creative about how you want to move forward. New subjects are already on the scene, and this needs to be accepted, not rejected. I know it doesn't look good now, but art can only benefit from having has many different subjects from as many different individual stories and backgrounds joining in. I want to see creative stuff from all directions. It's fucking boring to live in a world where only one kind of person, people, gender, way of living sex, religion or ideology exists.
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>He wondered this afternoon how many discouraged young men had sat here on the State House steps and watched the sun go down behind the mountains. Every one was always saying it was a fine thing to be young; but it was a painful thing, too. He didn't believe older people were ever so wretched. Over there, in the golden light, the mass of mountains was splitting up into four distinct ranges, and as the sun dropped lower the peaks emerged in perspective, one behind the other. It was a lonely splendour that only made the ache in his breast the stronger. What was the matter with him, he asked himself entreatingly. He must answer that question before he went home again.
>The statue of Kit Carson on horseback, down in the Square, pointed Westward; but there was no West, in that sense, any more. There was still South America; perhaps he could find something below the Isthmus. Here the sky was like a lid shut down over the world; his mother could see saints and martyrs behind it.
>Well, in time he would get over all this, he supposed. Even his father had been restless as a young man, and had run away into a new country. It was a storm that died down at last,—but what a pity not to do anything with it! A waste of power—for it was a kind of power; he sprang to his feet and stood frowning against the ruddy light, so deep in his struggling thoughts that he did not notice a man, mounting from the lower terraces, who stopped to look at him.
From "One of Ours" by Willa Cather
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>He wondered this afternoon how many other young men had sat here with their legs crossed, plucking the petals of a daisy and humming to themselves while bobbing their heads to and fro.
>He had heard it said often "Tis a fine thing to be young!" but it was such a painful thing, too!
>He couldn't believe that the old people saying such things could be so mean.
>He continued humming and looked on at the mountains on the horizon.
>There was a sunset.
>"Boy!" he wondered aloud, "If I was writing a book, I could describe this sunset in such pretty and verbose language. I could fill a whole page with sunsetty thoughts! Lonely lonely sun, splendorous like a bun! Makey achey in my breast, such breasty chesty fun!"
>"What's the matter with me?" he wondered longingly, pleadingly, entreatingly, with as somber a look ones eyes could take on before donning the shimmer of a tear.
>"Oh! But I mustn't introspect here right now before I go home, or I'll be here all night!"
>A statue of a man on horseback was down the steps.
>"Wow, what a handsome fellow is depicted in that statue," his thoughts turned.
>"I sure love cowboys, and hardy lumberjacks. Big hairy butches."
>His thoughts turned to South America.
>"Oh, in that vein, I also like the sound of Brazil. Caipirinha, caipirinha~"
>The sky was above him.
>"Well, in time I'll get over this," he supposed, standing up and dusting off his backside from sitting on the steps. Sauntering down with his wrists slightly upturned, he continued musing.
>"My dad was so restless when he was young, too," he remembered. "He ran away to a new country when I was born. I wonder what all that was about."
>A thunder's tattoo announced the advance of a storm.
>"Oh! A storm! But what a pity, what a waste of power!" He hastened his steps, his elbows starting to oscillate back and forth with his gait. "A power! A powerly kind of power!"
>In the shadows, unbeknownst to the young man, another man had been watching this whole time. He licked his mustache.
Cont. from "One of Ours" by Willa Cather
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>>25206888
women are the reactive sex. they don't have force of will or agency like men do. their greatest strength outside of motherhood is in the manipulation of high-status men.
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>>25208526
short stature men make short stature posts
see: >>25208530
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>>25208622
lol bro doesnt get art nor literature
nice.
>>25208634
keep reducing yourself to your stature, short king
thought the barbarians were in the gates
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>>25208709
women are shorter than men, this is a biological fact. anon was saying that women metaphorically tear down men as though tearing down their height i.e. reducing to one stature both physically and mentally, esl-kun
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>>25208747
The phrase
>reduce men to their stature
Is meaningless and your attempt at apology for it is appreciated but a native English speaker would never say the phrase even if you work this hard to contrive a meaning for it
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>>25209698
*Ontologically
>>25208723
Not true usually. If anything it's the opposite.
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/lit/ - il/lit/erates
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Fichte speaks of this
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>>25206888
They don't want someone to be more interesting than their main character. If a man has a ton of problems, women will naturally gravitate towards them instead of the main character and realize they are dragging themselves through the book despite the mental anguish for anyone else in the book.
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They can't write women very well either. Women's lives are wholly performative: the vast majority of women are primarily and principally concerned with their beauty and seducing men, which means they are simply unable to look inwards - a prerequisite for writing and appreciating great literature.
This is also why the best female writers are femcels.
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>>25206888
I read a Jhumpa Lahiri story where the man feels guilty for months because he saw a picture of a woman in a magazine that he was attracted to
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