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Re. the MISSHAPEN PROGENCY comment: I think it is apt that Jeff Redfern is as delusional as he is. I have a lot of time for the USA and for American citizens, but you guys have been sleepwalking towards a cliff for decades. I have read Doonesbury from the beginning (retrospectively) and consider this to be one of the most insightful storylines ever.
Keep it down, ladies. You'll wake Mom and Dad.
Jeff's story gets more and more unbelievable. I'm expecting it to end like An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge.
I love Jeff in his role as Red Rascal. He is lost in his own world, but aren't we all? I would love to see him start a charity (maybe a real life one were "Red Rascal" is the online face of it) and really start helping the people he cares about in Afghanistan. I know I'd donate.
"Three cups of tea." Priceless. Trifecta! GBT, my hero.
I've been a Doonesbury fan since Mike, and I, were in college, but may have to stop reading this beloved strip. I simply can't stand watching the Redferns' misshapen progeny gaining stature in the strip while stomping through the world like a kid kicking over anthills. If this kid doesn't get some kind of consequence from his actions -- even getting kicked out of his house by his silly parents -- I may have to avoid the strip for a time. I know that baby-boomers let their bairns avoid responsibility throughout their lives -- I've done a lot of that myself -- but this kid is pathologically destructive. I would have been quite happy if that copter explosion had taken him out.
Jeff Redfern is both Calvin and Hobbes, whose real and fantasy life are inextricably linked. Or maybe I'm stoned. I guess both can be true...
Wow. Jeff's egomaniacal delusions are approaching rubber-room levels if he thinks those female bar patrons can tell he's got baby blues through the sunglasses he is inexplicably wearing indoors.
I have been reading the comments on the July 10th strip and just want to say that I have never understood why anyone who accepts evolution as a viable theory is somehow anti-God. Why can't God have set in motion the possibilitiy of adaptation to changing circumstances?
Blowback allows me to understand the full significance of the strip and enjoy it; without it, many times the strip is Greek to me. I was overjoyed when Blowback resumed today. And thank you GBT, for a window on U.S. culture, politics, life, and whatnot!
Judging from the comments here, Sunday's invisibility strip seems to be like the elephant examined by the blind men. My piece of it is not that the Boomers have become invisibile to the young in general, but that men of a certain age become invisible to young women and sometimes -- since young women remain highly visible to them -- have a tough time accepting that fact. This is not a new situation. George "Tubby" Bowling, the middle-aged insurance salesman who's the narrator/hero of Orwell's Coming Up For Air (1938), describes himself in part by saying "no woman will ever look me again." But just as the Boomers in their narcissim believed that they had invented sex and idealism, they now seem to think that they have invented aging.
I love invisible. It's way better than being called "Dear."
Loved yesterday's strip about the invisible boomers (and boomleters). The good news is that I'm entering the "old-enough-not-to-give-a-tinker's-damn" stage about many things. That gives us geezers the opportunity to do things to get noticed and not worry about it. A friend who turned 50 wore her tiara with a big purple 50 on it to dinner with her kids in New York City last weekend. Embrace it, folks!
Just to let you know, there is a real Jeff in Afghanistan, a friend of my daughter at West Point. He is trying to make a difference.
I am not an American, but I have had friends who didn't dare to reintegrate after their tour of duty in Vietnam. They're still out here in Thailand, never to return. It's high time somebody is daring to address the subject of post-war integration. Two thumbs up for bringing this to public attention.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your strips with webchats between Sorkh Razil and one of the "job creators." You have given a voice to those of us who are on exactly the same page (no pun intended) and level of disgust at those in Congress who are in the pockets of corporate America. If they have their way, it will be government by the corporations, for the corporations and of the corporations. If it's not already. America, wake up and show up at the polls. The partiers will. Don't let the election be decided by the loonies. VOTE! People elsewhere are dying for the right.
Ouch! Today's strip hits way too close to home. I work as a Dean in a public HS in New York. In the school building I am a visible presence, the students are friendly and respectful (mostly), and I am literally "seen." As I leave school each day my visibility to the students who saw me earlier in the day drops to just about zero by the time I am a block from the school building. At that point I am just another adult who does not register at all. When I first encountered this phenomenon I thought it was purposeful, but as time has passed, and I have seen the genuine "startle" when I engage a student, I have come to see it as the same unconscious process of the checkout girl in today's strip. Thanks as always for nailing an undeniable developmental milestone.
As a former cashier of a major retailer, may I point out that having invisible customers has everything to do trying to meet the store goal to scan and bag 700 items an hour, keeping the lines at no more than three customers per checkstand, making sure to get that pesky rewards card and to do the financial transaction right. Make a mistake on the transaction and you get fired. (Being union doesn't make it any easier, as it makes you a target for management to attack when payroll has to be trimmed.) Do it for 6 to 8 hours a day, for low pay. Customers will complain to management if they think you're taking their time by being too friendly to another customer. Heck, I'm surprised she asked "Paper or plastic?" as the corporation said not to ask, to just do plastic unless the customer asks otherwise. A paper bag costs the store 5 cents each, while a plastic bag is a fraction of a cent.
I'm a B-Boomer too, and I've certainly noticed this. But ours is hardly the first generation to get ignored by younger people. I can recall doing it myself in my friskier days. Maybe there's an extra sting to it in times when the youth culture reigns supreme. But take it in stride, because it's only gonna get worse for us!
Oddly, I've become more visible lately. I recently turned fifty (yeah!), and have been practicing my people skills with bus drivers, cashiers, etc. I even say "Bless you" to strangers when they sneeze. Perhaps part of it is that, having been happily married for fifteen years, I don't hope for special attentiveness from attractive young women. Of course, my husband has other explanations for that last bit. Heh.