So, the other day, I got this idea, right? Or maybe it was more of a challenge I set for myself. I wanted to see what would happen if I tried to get some decent “pictures of women on women.” Not in any dodgy sense, mind you. I was thinking more along the lines of, you know, art, connection, that sort of thing. Stuff you might actually want to look at without feeling weird.
I figured, hey, I’ve got access to some of these AI image tools everyone’s raving about. Should be easy, shouldn’t it? Just type in what I want, and bam, masterpiece. That’s what they all say on the internet, anyway. So, I fired up one of the usual suspects, feeling pretty optimistic. Thought I’d have a whole gallery ready in an hour, tops.
Boy, was I wrong. My first attempts? Let’s just say the AI has a very, very strange idea of what “women on women” means. Or maybe it just has a twisted sense of humor. I got everything from folks looking like they were melting into each other, to extra limbs popping out in places they really shouldn’t. One image even had what looked like a confused badger photobombing the scene. A badger! Don’t ask me how.
So, I started wrestling with the prompts. You can’t just type “pictures of women on women” and expect miracles. Oh no. You gotta be specific. Real specific. I tried “two women, serene,” “women sharing a quiet moment,” “impressionistic style, female friendship.” I even tried describing poses, lighting, moods. It felt less like creating art and more like trying to give directions to a very stubborn, slightly drunk robot who only speaks in riddles.
And the time it takes! You think it’s quick? Each little tweak, each new prompt, means waiting for the machine to churn out another set of… well, attempts. My afternoon just vanished. Poof. Gone. Spent hours just trying to get something that wasn’t actively horrifying or hilariously off-topic. It’s a proper time sink, these things are.
You also start to see patterns. The AI seems to have its favorites. Certain face types, certain body shapes, certain… vibes. It’s like it’s been fed a very specific diet of images, and it’s scared to try anything new. Makes you wonder what’s really going on under the hood, what kind of biases are baked right in from the get-go. It’s not like it knows what a woman is, or what friendship is. It’s just mashing pixels together based on patterns it’s seen.
In the end, did I get anything usable? A few, maybe. After a lot of digital blood, sweat, and tears. But it wasn’t the effortless creative dream I’d been sold. It was a grind. It makes you realize these tools are just that – tools. They don’t have intent, or understanding, not really. You still need a person there, guiding it, fighting it sometimes, and knowing when to just scrap it all and start over. Or maybe just go find a human artist. Probably easier, to be honest.
