By bats | September 28, 2011 - 11:52 am
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I think even Mary Worth is aware of the moribund pace of her life over the past few weeks…does putting off Jeff’s nth proposal of marriage really take that long?
Anyway, in no time flat, Mary has a waitress make a blubbering mess of herself, racing from the diner as quickly as her cushiony work-pumps will carry her! See, Mary? Isn’t that a lot more fun?
And what can I say? When Mary’s inspired, I’m inspired!
Maybe a preface will help. Maybe not.
This is an excerpt from an actual online article about one of the most kid-friendly, all-American comics around: Archie.
Archie Comics Publications is suing one of its CEOs for what appears to be a history of bullying and sexually harassing employees, according to the New York Daily News.
The suit, filed in Manhattan Supreme Court last Thursday, says Nancy Silberkleit barged into a meeting in 2009 and “pointed to each [attendee] and said, ‘Penis! Penis! Penis! Penis!’ and then walked out.”
Silberkleit was named Co-CEO after her husband Michael — the son and heir of Archie Comic’s founder, Louis Silberkleit — died in 2008. It was just a few months after Michael’s business partner, Richard Goldwater, also died; and with no succession plan in place, Silberkleit and Goldwater’s brother Jon took over. At the time, Silberkleit was a third-grade teacher with no business experience.
“I’m a mother coming into a very male-oriented business,” she told The Oregonian last year. “I’m not getting any support. I felt very alone.”
You know what Dr. Drew (Manwhore!) needs? Not a stalky girlfriend. Not a meddling old friend of his dad’s.
He needs work. Good, honest work. He loved working at the orphanage in Viet Nam, to the point he only came home to see his sister’s wedding.
Work is good. Whining, not so much.
And I think I know just the person who can help you get into the swing of things…
When I first found Edge City, I thought it might have potential: a family comic, with the twist that the family is Jewish. Huh. It might have some interesting cultural insight amidst the humor.
Color me wrong. The Jewishness creeps in to pretty much annoy the family members (“Oh, God. Mom is making gefiltah fish from scratch — it’s a nuisance and no one likes it anyway.” “We’re going on a cruise with all those wonderful buffets, and it’s during Passover, and we can’t eat the breads and pastries!”). Cripes, people, be the Reform Jews you are (I guess they are — there’s no evidence of much orthodox ritual otherwise), or stop the kvetching.
Along with the being-Jewish-is-a-pain-in-the-tuchus aspect is some atrocious drawing. I’m not the only one who’s compared Mom’s lips to a blob of Silly Putty, and since I don’t know the names of the characters, I’ll leave it to the Life of Brian School of Onomastics to refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Big Nose.
And now, Mr. Big Nose has allergies or sinus problems or a small elephant up his nose, and he’s been annoying and/or frightening those around him for the past week. When the “fun” in this “funnies” is based on an as yet untapped bodily secretion — phlegm — it’s time to deep-six the strip. But not before we make some use of Mr. Big Nose — thanks heavens it’s Hospital Week in some of our favorite serials!
Okay, so Drew’s a young’un compared to some of the docs we know — Rex is an old hand with problem patients:
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