Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
offered by an English professor from the University of Colorado for an
actual class assignment:

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a
new
form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will
pair
off with the person sitting next to them.
As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a
short
story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy

to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another
paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to
me.
The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on
back-and-forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the

story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the
e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The
story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."

The following was actually turned in by two of his English students:
Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind
off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about
him
too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the

question.

(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron
now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than
the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had
spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,"
he
said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar orbit established. No
sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish
particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his
ship's
cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat
and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt
one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
ever
had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless
hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes
Law
Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel", Laurie read in her
newspaper
one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She
stared
out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed
unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to
distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful
things
around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
pondered wistfully.

(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands

of miles above the city, the Anudrian mothership launched the first of
its
lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were
determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage
of the treaty the Anudrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying
enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop
them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion
missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his
top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the
coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
poor, stupid Laurie.

(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My