Critiques of Dick
He was tall,big and known to be bold. His name was Dick. He used to write gossips about girls and boys for a magazine in the past. Back then, his journalist friends called him Dick Hardy.What they really meant was that he was impotent, weak, little guy inside. How some knew about his impotency and weaknesses did not bother anyone. After all he was officially gossiping about everyone.
And one day he resigned; he resigned from his job unexpectedly. He moved to another city and detached himself from everyone.He decided to be a new man.He began writing reviews for a national newspaper.He wanted to feel a little more important and potent, but he knew he wasn’t.
He reviewed plays, novels, movies for a well- known newspaper. Six months after he began his new job, his editor realized that he was he was harsh on female novelists, playwrights and directors but understanding and soft to the male ones.
“Dick, I decided to study your all the reviews you have written for us so far after receiving unpleasant letters from readers,” said his editor in his late 40s when they sat in his office.
“Unpleasant letters?” asked Dick.
“Yes, many of them,” replied the editor decisively. Dick could not believe him.
“No, that has got to be a joke, it cannot be real,it must be a smear” he said to his editor without a word.
“I studied tone of your reviews and your critiques… I discovered something amazing,” said the newspaper editor.
“What is it?” asked he, unsure what to expect anymore.
“Before answering your question, answer me, do you have some issue with women?” asked the editor.
“No…no…I mean…why would I…did you find any sexist expression in my reviews?” asked Dick, holding the arm rest of his chair firmly.
“No,no it is not what you say actually it is what you don’t say in your reviews suggests that you might be misogynist.” replied the editor frankly.
“I strongly disagree with you on that!” replied Dick, feeling tense.
“I understand your defense perfectly well but this is not my opinion only,” replied the editor wisely.
Dick looked at his right side and the left; he did not see what appeared in his sight.
“What do you suggest?” he eventually asked,feeling frustrated.
“I suggest you should analyse your own thoughts and feelings towards women, even your own critiques…and I will let you be off for two weeks for that,” said the editor.
“Paid or unpaid?” asked Dick immediately.
“Unpaid,” replied the editor.
“Okay, but I am not misogynist, if you want to blame anyone, you should look at the society! Don’t you think we live in a misogynistic society anyway?” he asked angrily.
“Don’t you think we are here to reform the society?” asked the editor.
That was when Dick realized why he sat where he sat not on the his editor’s chair.
“I…I never thought that way,” he confessed. The editor was disappointed to hear that and he expressed that with no word. The meeting was over.
Dick went back to his hometown; met his aging mum. He hated the power his mum had over him when they hugged.
“I missed you so much!” said she lovingly. He smiled at her but did not feel the same.
He met his childhood friends at the pub at night.They were all married and had kids, they ticked all the boxes to fit in, but he did not. He did not enjoy being with them and left.
He saw her on his way home. She was with her husband and kids. Love arose in his soul first and then loss.
“Bitch!” he whispered with jealousy and walked on trying to erase the picture of that night from his mind. The night that changed him forever.
It was the night he had decided to marry her. He wanted to take her to a secret place; he wanted to propose her there.They were in the car after drinking with friends at the bar. He was driving with a ring in his pocket. He had told Jack, his best friend,where he was going and why joyfully before leaving the bar.
A car stopped in front of them aggressively and shot when they were out of the city, close to the castle where Dick was going to propose her.
“Get out of the car now!” exclaimed an armed with mask when he walked out of his car. Two more men appeared behind him.
Dick drove backward to escape from them, but they shot his car and tires. He had to stop.Two men took him out of his car forcefully while she screamed with fear and pain in the arms of the third.They took Dick to the castle and tied him there with his mouth taped. He remained there and they left with his fiance. No one heard from him for a week.
“Bastard!” he uttered when he looked back at them. It was him, the one who had taken him to the castle that night, his bully in high school and now he was husband of the only woman Dick had ever loved.
He walked on but all his memories were alive and loud; he was unable to stop them.
“You should do something about this Dick!” shouted the wildest one.
He walked on in pain, trying to ignore what he had heard.
“He took your love, he took your manhood and you still keep quiet?” exclaimed his vengeful part.
He walked on and he was almost home.
“You cannot keep quiet if you are unable to forgive her and yourself, do something about it!” said his logic.
He was home; his mum opened the door. He looked at her and remembered the day she had said:
“Stay away from troubles Dick, don’t be a trouble my good boy!” every morning before going to school.
Dick hated her;he hated even her smile. He went to his room with no word.
And his editor did not see him at his desk two weeks later, nor did anyone else.
Dick was in peace.
Hello everyone. Thank you for all your thrilling replies for the last’s week’s story. You have just read the beginning of this week’s story and you know what to do. Complete it and complete it creatively.
For those of you who are new in the Magic Book Writing Project, please try to give answers of the following questions in your completion.
Why does Dick critique female artists harsher than the male ones?
Who do you think those letters that critique the critiques of Dick?
Why doesn’t the editor of the newspaper change Dick’s position but gives him two weeks off?
How would you reveal the truth behind the critiques?
Who should critique the critiques?
What would you add to this story to heal misogynistic societies and all the souls that are part of such societies?
Have a wonderful week dear ones.