I walked (haughtily) out of a video store tonight, after the owner (‘comic book guy’) insulted me by assuring me that I’m the kind of guy who probably really loves “2 1/2 Men.”
This was meant to be an insult (and I suppose it was, sort of), as a means of defending the HBO series “Girls.”
“Girls” is a terrifying example of what now passes for art. You can look it up on Amazon and delight in the reviews, both positive and negative. I explained to comic-book-guy that the show was a painfully amateur exercise in feces-powered narcissism: “It’s like everybody I ever hated in my 20s was given a video camera and began filming each other at every moment of their liberal-arts drop-out lives.”
Which is about it. Western civ is now divided between screaming, bleating child-men and women (on the left); and on the right, reactive, reactionary hillbillies who’d rather shoot a Muslim than think about who runs the United States.
Or, something colorful like that. My apologies to the whacked-out liberals and hillbillies. I’ve been accused of being both, I think.
I’m almost done with my first comic about the world’s first group of vaccine-damaged superheroes. It’s ‘gear,’ as George Harrison used to say.