furious-maximus.livejournal.comAs the students arrived in class for the day, Max looked over them thoughtfully. He'd roughly divided them into into three categories: those who got exactly what the class was about and why it mattered, those who didn't, and the difficult women who had somehow gotten into the class through various errors in what he was sure was a massive conspiracy intended to drive him insane. The first group was fine, and there wasn't anything he could do about the third group. The second group, however... well, he was going to make one last attempt to help them move into the first group. Or at least closer to it.
He took a deep breath and began. "Some of you know why the skills this class seeks to teach are extremely important," and some of them were the reason those skills were important, but Max was good at this so he knew better than to actually point that out, "but some of you don't know any difficult women." Which was something Max found hard to believe, especially given the students he knew from Fandom, but he wasn't going to discount the possibility. After all, and again: Fandom.
"So today's lecture will, hopefully, be short while being highly illustrative at the same time."
Max began pacing slowly back and forth in front of the class as he continued. "While some of you don't know any difficult women at this stage in your lives, you're all still young enough that you might one day be lucky enough for that to change." He paused and swept his eyes across the room. "Last week we talked about the difficult women you can't avoid because they're family or because their friends of people you want to spend time with. This week I us to examine those same women from a different angle: why they're worth knowing."
"I mentioned the woman a good friend of mine is besotted with. And I've met few more difficult women in my life, let me tell you." Which was saying something since, you know, it was Max. "But while she's incredibly infuriating most of the time, and seems to derive an uncomfortable degree of enjoyment from driving me crazy, I can't think of anyone I'd rather have break me out of a magically-warded maximum-security prison after I was falsely accused beating a bastard nearly to death." Not that this had actually happened, of course. Max was, after all, simply a lowly soldier.
Though Max probably would have nearly beaten the bastard to death if he'd actually had the chance...
"The point I'm making is that even if you don't know any difficult women right now, you need to pay attention and learn the skills I'm trying to impart to you because it turns out that the women it's useful to have around often turn out to be difficult." And competent, compelling, attractive, or even all-of-the-above. Not that he was about to admit any of that in a room containing difficult women. "It's important to know how to live with difficult women because much of the time simply avoiding them isn't a very good response, especially in the long run."
"Last week we talked about difficult women we know. This week we're going to talk about why it's worth figuring out how to live with them. You may, if you wish, pick a different woman from the one you spoke about last week." After all, who didn't know multiple difficult women? He looked around a bit doubtfully again. "For those of you who don't know any difficult women," he still didn't believe you, really, "feel free to mention a difficult woman you've heard of who it might be useful to know. Now," he pointed randomly, "you first."