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In reading today's strip I thought the Governor was Rick Perry until the last panel. "Palling around" should have tipped me off.
In today's strip, B.D. prepares what seems to be Jiffy Pop popcorn -- on the stove-top! It's wonderfully old-school, which I assume is the point: it illustrates his conservative reluctance to give up on the tried-and-true ideals he holds dear. Nice touch, GBT.
B.D. hit the nail right on the thumb in the last panel of today's strip. Whether we like it or not, any female presidential candidate will be judged at least partly on her looks. Nothing new there; presidents are always judged partly on looks. Kennedy defeated Nixon because he looked better on TV, comments about Obama's youthful good looks were common during the last campaign, Warren G. Harding (probably the worst president we ever had) was elected because he looked presidential. Probably the last president elected in spite of his looks was Abraham Lincoln.
"You stay in character? Love it!" Becca is now officially my heroine. G'mon, GBT, tell us where she shops -- I want to wear killer bracelets like hers!
What are the odds Jeff admits his talent for writing is inherited from Rick?
Wow, people like Duke really exist.
As I look at the over-imaginative Jeff Redfern sitting across the desk from Becca in her red, white and blue hair and clothing with the gold bangles, I can't help but feel that they're both very symbolic of something. I just can't quite place what it is...
Oh I just love Becca Bickel's style. Right off the runway of fashion week!
It's all a beautiful lie. Or is it? We're all just legends in our own minds. On behalf of the rest of us with less vivid imaginations, I say "Long live the Red Rascal!"
Marvellous. I'm so glad that Jeff is going to be an author. Despite what some have said I have never believed that Jeff is a bad person. He just needed to find his niche in life and this, I believe, is it.
With all the concern over the political correctness of Mike's comment about Mark, we've missed a very important point. It wasn't Mike who was saying that Mark throws like a girl. He was only quoting Mark.
I love it when I'm right! Redfern with a Red Rascal book deal. Wonder how he'll screw this up!
I've been a reader and lifelong fan for 40 years. I can recite punchlines and dialog going all the way back, and even have an original strip on my wall. Giving Jeff Redfern a Random House Red Rascal contract is the first truly predictable and overdone plot device I think I can remember since I started reading in '73. It comes as almost as big a surprise as some of your great ones. I suspect you'll put your own brand on how it unfolds. Sorry to be so brash, as you're one of a very small pool of people I have consistently admired my whole life.
I, officially, hate Jeff Redfern. After a decade of teaching high school English, earning an MFA in Creative Writing, and generally busting my ass to make the world a better place while earning a pittance (as of right now, I have $1.42 in my checking account), I am filled with righteous indignation that he has landed a book deal that will probably net him more cash than I'll earn in an entire year. I hope his stupid sunglasses break.
Your ability to tap into the unstated (even politically incorrect, even slightly taboo) zeitgeist is amazing, as well as emotionally candid and politically provocative. I've been having very much the same daydream as Mike, with very much the same mixed emotions about my own anger over the Big Swindle, and the NEO -- New Economic Order. (Where have we heard that term before?) These are, of course, some of the functions of art: to let others (even the socially, politically or economically marginalized, of whom there are more and more of us every day) know other sentient citizens share those feelings, however volatile they may be at the margins, and thereby to either galvanize or defuse them (maybe a bit of both). Keep up the good work, and keep speaking Truth to Power. There are plenty of us who still relate, and need the "laughter of (self)recognition," more now than ever.
Oh, gorgeous! It's thrilling to know that my email is on the "onramp to the feedback loop." I love it! Thank you for making my day.
I've been reading Doonesbury since it first debuted in public newspapers, and I've even gone back to read what I can find of its predecessor at Yale. It has been an important companion in my life, and always relevant. I still enjoy reading even the oldest strips sitting on my bookshelves, for they help make sense of the patchwork of memory that is my life. It's been an amazing run, and for me it even tops my childhood favorite, Pogo.
As I watch these fantastic story lines reveal their characters while they examine our own psyches, it occurs to me that although Doonesbury is immortal, Trudeau is not. Someday we'll part ways. He could take retirement any time he wishes. At this age I'm used to things going away, so partings are more philosophical than emotional, but when I think of that day coming, I feel moved to enjoy every frame of every strip for all it has to offer.
Trudeau has topped the genre again and again, and it seems that each year he is "just reaching his prime." That's the mark of a mature journalist and humorist, always topping himself without theatrics. And so it is that today I wish to thank Garry Trudeau for 40-plus years of the best stuff in print. I want to say so now, while he is still in his prime, rather than when he chooses to retire, for then everyone will be talking about it. Saying thank you now comes from the heart. And please, Garry, don't be in any hurry to slow down. If air, food and water are staples of life, Doonesbury is a staple of citizenship in America.
The "coincidence" of Trff Bmzklfrpz beginning his memoirs and the emergence of Dick Cheney's In My Time is striking. We'll be able to learn directly about the planning / execution of an atrocity and simultaneously review its spun retelling.
Throw like a girl? I dunno. I throw like a girl. And I'm a girl! Doesn't mean I don't admire female baseball players. They throw like ball players. I throw like Mark.
Re. Mark "throwing like a girl": The Doonesbury strip would lack credibility if every character exhibited flawless, politically conscious values at all times. Express disappointment in the thoughts or actions of individual characters, by all means, but extending your disappointment to GBT, or the strip as a whole, misses the point of drama.