Here are some interesting compare and contrast titles I found online:
Weeds to flowers
Being a Snob to being a Nerd
Wandering a desert to drifting the ocean
Making an apple pie to making a mud pie
The three bears to the three little pigs
Being a teen to being a toddler
A female friend to a male friend
These topics were the ones that interested me the most out of a list of fifty. I think I could make a good argument for each of the topics and probably a good essay. I'm going to briefly compare some of the topics in a non-formal style.
Weeds to Flowers
Whoever said that weeds were worthless, you don't NEED to weed your garden. Personally, I think a lawn covered in bright yellow dandelions and thick green grass is way more beautiful than a tiny patch of daisies and lilies. Just because you don't pay for them, and they come when you don't want them too, doesn't mean they aren't flowers. They are trying to live, and are killed daily by lawn mowers and weed whackers. They just want the wind to take their seeds and fertilize and live on as a species. This is why weeds take over. The more they reproduce, the better their chance of survival against human weed haters. Imagine a beautiful garden, filled with red roses, and pink lilies, and daffodils. There is always patches between the flowers where you can only see the brown dirt below them. If we didn't hate on weeds, and let them grow, this dirty brown patch could be filled with the luminous bright yellow of dandelions, and the flowers lined with thick green leaves. I, personally, would feel this is much more beautiful, more natural. In a rain forest, the animals do not pick the weeds around the flowers, the beauty of a rain forest is in the natural look of weeds, flowers and trees grown in among one another. Together, in unity.
Wandering the desert to drifting the ocean
Wandering the desert-no water to be found, and dieing of thirst. Drifting the ocean-surrounded by water, but yet, still dieing of thirst. You could think of these two topics as two completely different stories. Wandering the desert, beads of sweat dripping off your body as the hot sun beats down on you like the fist of a wrestler. Mirages telling you that a pool of fresh water lies ahead, yet after you run to get there, there is no water, and you've wasted energy and sweat off more fluids, leaving you closer to a painful death. The nights in a desert are painstakingly cold. You ditched your heavy clothes miles back, and you're now debating in your mind how death will find you. Will you freeze to death before the stabbing thirst makes you're body dry into dust? How about drifting the ocean. You're laying on your back, feeling the waves drift over you calmly, you wonder if at any moment will a vicious sea animal will use your helpless body for a meal. You've been floating since your ship wrecked in the middle of the ocean, and you just hope to hit land soon. Your stomach is growling but that is the least of your worries, as you haven't had a drink in hours, and the although your drifting in water, you can't drink it. The salt will only make you thirstier, draining your body of what fluids it has left. Night comes and you're about ready to give up, not knowing how much longer you can paddle, and role over and float on your back, you wonder if you will last when the last of the sun sets. Then it happens, roaring waves and strong winds, pounding rains tear and thrust your body. You fight to stay afloat, but you can't help to wonder, if this storm will take your life, before the thirst does.
Making an Apple Pie to making a mud pie
Apple pie, the sweet sugary scent as it sits on the window ledge to cool, the crisp marks of a fork in the top of the slightly golden crust. The children in the window, hopeing to snag a piece before the mister gets home. What could be better? A big glob of slimy mud, crawling with worm and beetle filling, slopped down on your front porch. "Could you care for a piece ma'am? You always share you apple pie." Mud pies are very complicated to make. You must collect the finest mud, the perfect dogberries to top it with, and you need to hunt for all the creepy crawly insects for the filling. If you're lucky you will even fine the perfect leaf to make it look professional. Making apple pie can not be compared to what a child goes through to make the perfect mud pie. For apple pie you simply need to go to the market, get your ingredients, follow a recipe and wait. Where as every mud pie is unique. Different muds, different insects, different ingredients and recipes. It depends on who you are, and the season. Fall and spring are the perfect times to make mud pies. The mud is moist enough to collect in a bucket, not to dry, and not frozen, and the insects are usually crawling around trying to prepare for winter, or prepare to breed. Flowers and berries are usually ready to pick, and the leaves are either an auray of colours, or in a perfect little roll. Winter is also an interesting time to make mud pie. If you dig down deep enough you can find a nice moist mud to use for the crust. Bugs are obviously scarce, so instead of a creepy crawly filling, you can use snow, a frozen treat! Whether you're out in the cold, or splashing in puddles, mud pies are definately a much more productive passtime than making an apple pie, anyday!
