Don't forget the Intellectual Numbers primitive, and the California Poet. 
Well now, nadinostradamus is transformable, I think.
I've had extensive real-life experience with transforming women of Hebraic derivation who, before they ran into franksolich, were paragons of negativity and nastiness, not to mention in some extreme cases considered to be rather, uh, unaesthetic.
Everybody says nice things to pretty women (pretty in either body or soul, or both).
Nobody says nice things to ugly women (ugly in either body or soul, or both).
Which is why oftentimes the latter turn into primitives, and we don't want that.
Ever since I was a young lad of the Pollyanna persuasion, at parties, for example, while everybody else was congregating around the pretty women, I always looked for the ugliest woman present (ugly in either body or soul, or both), and concentrated my endearments upon her instead.
She may have weighed 400 pounds, but perhaps she had pretty eyes, and that called for mentioning.
She may have been an abortion enthusiast, but perhaps she had good fingernails, and that called for mentioning.
She may have been cross-eyed, but perhaps she had a pleasant smile, and that called for mentioning.
She may have had significant facial hair, but perhaps she was nice-smelling, and that called for mentioning.
It's surprising how a simple kind comment can change a life, preventing primitivity.
Now the women of conservativecave know why franksolich so rarely compliments them; after all, everybody pays attention to pretty women. Women of conservativecave are already happy, fulfilled, and aesthetic, finished products. franksolich's mission in life is to make silk purses out of sow's ears, and sometimes that's actually happened. Not often, but it has happened.
