Today’s a holiday and a payday—this is how we rollin’ y’all!
(sidenote: Season 2 of Broad City can’t come soon enough)
How do we fight this war? We stop enabling. We check ourselves and, when necessary, wreck ourselves. Do you know a guy who’s hate-following women on Twitter just to troll them? You check him. Do you know a guy who’s writing disgusting screeds to women journalists because they don’t like the same things he likes? You check him. Do you know a professional whose discourse with women in his field is loaded with gender-specific language and condescension that could enable further abuse? You check him. Are your Twitter followers identifying you as a sympathetic ear for their sexist views? You check yourself. Is your website’s message board a cesspool of ignorance and hate? You check it like you actually give a damn. Do you know a guy who’s sending rape threats to women for any reason? Oh, you report that guy.
This bears repeating forever, or at least until misogynists are routed back into the emotional septic tanks from whence they emerged.
The shame of the American comic book marketplace is that it has indulged this bottom-feeding mentality for as long as it has.
This was extremely fun to make. Wil’s face is superimposed, but I kept Carl Sagan’s majestic eyebrows.
Cosmos is my chicken soup. I’m watching my DVD collection again, for the billionth (and billionth) time.