January 8th, 2011

Snarky Candiru2

Sunday, 9 January 2011

In today's strip, we get a rather nasty reminder that John would prefer women to not think for themselves; seeing a strip like this tells me that the young woman who was revolted by his Stranger Danger glare had, in his mind, no business doing so.

(Strip Number 7105, Original Publication Date, 10 January 1981)

Panel 1: We find ourselves at the dental clinic; today's exercise in misogyny and self-absorption starts off with John telling a girl named Melissa (who does NOT want to wear braces and get teased) that her appliance won't work if she doesn't wear it.

Panel 2: We next see a woman in her fifties or sixties who is not satisfied with how the upper plate she's got in her hand fits; the fact that Mrs Zimmer needs to see him right away somehow ticks him off.

Panel 3: His receptionist then tells him that Carrie phoned; she wanted to know if his arm was broken because he hasn't written or called her in weeks. This, of course, displeases him.

Panel 4: We fast-forward a mite to see Jean tell him that she knows that they're busy but she still would rather have lunch.

Panel 5: His receptionist further agitates the big girl's blouse by telling him that she forgot to tell him that she's leaving early today.

Panel 6: We shift our focus to the Pattermanse where we find Elly asking the idiot if he remembered to bring home a bucket of chicken for dinner because he knows the stove is broken.

Panel 7: We then hear a little tiny voice say "Daddy...."

Panel 8: "...Nizzie wants to give you a big kiss."

Panel 9: The stupid jamoke Elly married thought-bubbles "Ahhhh.....I was beginning to think that there were too many women in my life."

Summary: What he, of course, means is that it's monstrously unfair that women have opinions that conflict with his own. He reminds me of something a character on the long-running Britcom "Last of the Summer Wine" said; one of the ladies who drank tea and commented on male folly once said "A woman's touch?? He needs a damned good clout!!"
Multnomah Falls: summer

Lynn's Notes, Saturday, Jan. 8

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The room we had was 35A. This was one of the rare times that I really did a chronicle of our personal goings-on! The hotel was a lovely little retreat called "Tamarind Cove". The beach was secluded and the water warm. I grew up next to the ocean, but had never seen this kind of blue before. Rich, pale turquoise ribbons stretched from left to right as far as we could see. Darker blends of greenish blue reflected the clearest sky. The deck chairs beckoned and the first drinks were free. We settled easily into this glorious retreat, wishing that time would stand still.

Nothing about why she chose to draw John oogling at the blond woman.  I know it's a joke about "scenery," but still....