I’ve had more than one comics fan tell me that earlier artists took life drawing classes, or at least copied artists who had. Now that’s changed to artists who learned to draw from copying porn.
It’s not all about T & A. There was the uproar a few years ago when Spider-Woman was drawn climbing onto a roof in a way that made no sense to rock climbers, anatomists, or clothing designers (one of the issues was that her costume was drawn as paint, not cloth, when canon has it established as cloth).
It’s not all about “sexy”, or what the artists are allowed to get away with. It’s also about aesthetic choices which pull the reader out of the story. There’s a part in one of the Sandman comics where something inscribed with runes is shown, and if you can read the alphabet (I can read one version of it) it says something which really pulls you out of the story. In the old days that would have been a fun plot Easter Egg.
Oh, don’t get me started. I gave up on stand-up because of the “sucking up” - both figuratively and literally - that I know was gonna happen. And I’m GOOD. It’s like my singing - I give up trying to get into a band because it seems unless I play the game, it ain’t gonna happen. And I’m tired of playing the game - it’s something women have to do all their lives to be accepted. Fuck that. I’ll be alone with my integrity, LOL!
Of the thirty-five states which ratified it before the original deadline, three (Nebraska, Tennessee, Idaho) rescinded the ratification, one (Kentucky) put a bill rescinding the ratification through its state congress which was vetoed by the state’s acting governor, and one (South Dakota) passed a bill saying that its ratification was explicitly only valid until the originally-specified ratification deadline.
Even if Virginia follows through, and Congress passes legislation overriding the deadline… Ooof. This is going to be a fight to get this confirmed as a valid amendment.
Contains no word for woman. Usually uses a form literally meaning polite-speaker, but which isn’t that useful for women who didn’t grow up speaking Laadan…
My 65-year-old father took me to get my abortion when I was 24 going on 25. This was August 1989, and in Detroit at least it was still safe to walk from your car to the clinic without running the gauntlet of protesters.
Proud Fucks came back to Portland do some shit again. They came by the apartment of an acquaintance of mine and I guess she’s trending on Instagram now. All the proudboys and their women’s auxiliary, armed to the teeth with knives, and pretty much no one came outside to stand with her when she heard the bullhorn, said “hell no.” and busted open her screen door to walk out into the January gloom to see these degenerate animals try to provoke her into doing something they could lynch her for.