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Alex and Leo will be okay. They were made for each other! Leo grounds Alex, and she inspires him. As for Alex being a disappointment to us old feminists -- hogwash! She graduated from MIT, fer gawd's sake. Just because a woman wants to be with one special man doesn't make her a throwback to the '50s. Au contraire, Alex sees herself as able to have it all, and good on her! Speaking as an ardent and involved feminist about Joanie's age, Alex is exactly what we hoped this generation of young women would be. Besides, you can't fight Mother Nature; she will make sure we pair up.
If GBT is going to use this as the time to go out with a final bow, what an exit! Over 40 years he has given us nothing less than the great American novel for our time, a multi-volume continuing narrative in the tradition of Trollope and Proust...Perhaps the most amazing thing he is better now, both as an draftsman and a writer, than he has ever been, while most artists make their major contributions in their 20s.
Mara missed the subtle handhold in the first panel of the June 16th strip. I don't think we need to worry about Alex and Leo.
Awwww. I find myself wanting to toss some rice or birdseed into the air. Thanks for inviting us to the wedding of the decade, GBT.
I was showering this morning when it struck me how absolutely profound Thursday's strip was. On the surface it is just a moment of nostalgic regression for Mike. But it can be seen as a father's leavetaking of his child. "I'm fine, go forth and play." What finer blessing can any parent give their child? I don't know if this was intended by GBT, but it is one of the beauties of this strip that such moments occur routinely.
The parallel between last Sunday's strip and the one from April 8th couldn't be more poignant. Two families with closely connected backgrounds, yet their kids have turned out so differently! These are the mysteries of human existence.
Well, I guess I am the proverbial Death's Head at the feast because I hate this whole wedding. It's been well drawn and all, I just think this marriage is going to blow up in both Leo and Alex's faces, especially Alex's. I am as feminist as they come, but you don't ask a guy to marry you, and you certainly don't all but rope and hog-tie him the way Alex did. I think Leo loves her and has bought into the marriage idea, but he's really riding along in her wake. He has no real skin in the game, almost, because she's so busy trying to control everything so she won't get an answer she won't like.
I also shudder at the fact that this 20-something young woman, who is the heir to all that Second Wave feminists fought and suffered for, only wants to get married. How screwed is that? Sure, real gender equality is about choice, and if that's her choice then it's valid for that reason. But, good grief, it's like putting a scoop of cottage cheese and two celery sticks on your plate when there's a whole banquet in front of you. You can do it, but it's sad. I really don't see what the two have in common or what they see in each other. For Alex's part, I think she's just scared she won't get another chance, so she's using Leo in a way. The girl is a mess of insecurity and she should have worked that out before marrying anyone.
Well (deep breath), having gotten all that off my chest, I do like the way GBT approached the strips. Yes, probably every dad goes through seeing that his little girl isn't little anymore. And I love that Leo's rock star father seems to have been tracked down and invited to the wedding. That was funny.
Thank you so much for a fulfilling series of strips surrounding the wedding of 2012. It renewed my faith that beautiful things still exist. It brought back memories of many wonderful days at Walden, and touched my heart like the sweet smell of spring flowers on an early morning.
I feel it too -- the sweep of the rushing current pulling us toward the climax of this glorious alternate world so many of us inhabit.
God, do I feel old!
I'm the father of four grown children, and I'm about Mike's age. This strip had me staring at the monitor, tears running down my cheeks remembering my kids' childhoods, how soon it's over, how beautiful the times. I wish I could do them all over again. There isn't anything that can replace little arms wrapped around your neck and the words " I love you, daddy."
Thank you for capturing so perfectly the hopes and fears of every parent, every bride and groom, every returning veteran, every person with a disability, in only four frames. Many of your strips have been moving enough to stay with me for years. ("Even revolutionaries love chocolate chip cookies.") None more than this.
Wow, as I read today's strip I was remembering when Mike Doonesbury first met Joanie Caucus, Alex's grandma. It's funny how a comic strip can mark waypoints in your life. That was a long time ago in a place far from where I am now.
GBT, you continue to hit home with every pen stroke -- keep it up. BACHELOR, there's still time! I have a friend...
Perfect! I always shed a tear at weddings, and I shed one this morning at this one. Why not? Those of us who've been with the Doones since the beginning absolutely feel like family. (I hope Alex and Leo like the gravy boat I sent.)
At the risk of crossing some unspoken line, am I the only one who feels the glorious, climactic sweep to the last two weeks signals an imminent farewell to Walden? Or have I been watching too much science fiction again?
This is the first wedding I've been to in a long long time, and it has brought me tears of joy. Thank you so much for bringing this to our lives. In his last days, my beloved veteran was blind in one eye. Leo reminds me why I loved my veteran for so long. We met in high school before he went to Vietnam. He died in a VA hospital in 2008 after suffering for for 37 years from PTSD, as well as drug addiction and alcoholism. We weren't married in a traditional way, but we were married for 40 years. I was with him in the ICU in the last week of his life. Leo and Alex are dear to my heart! May love bless and keep them and their generation always.
Today I've nothing pithy, nothing snarky to say, just thanks. Beautiful wedding, beautiful reminder that life goes on.
Curse you, GBT! I didn’t think you could make this week’s series any more poignant, and you just did. My handkerchief drawer may never be the same; at least until my own daughters get married.
I am a bachelor of 48 who just returned from a 400-mile drive after visiting a family with a daughter graduating high school. I get home and read a week's worth of strips in one sitting. God is laughing at me for staying single.