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In quick addendum:
Why are the teenage kicks youth and energy frustato-angry comics all comics from old, aged folks? I mean, okeh, they're not that old, and I'm starting to make myself feel old typing this, but... Leifield was what, seventeen when he started working? Where're the fifteen-twenty impetus-to-revolt-and-just-plain-punk bastards and theorybitches? I'm so far removed from a proper non-major-label comics atmosphere, right now, that the stuff may well be about but... Hewlett's got a major corporate music thing, 'Heartbreakers' is gone, Mike Dana cannot legally touch a pen these days, James O'Barr lost it pretty quick, and the new young(er) comics types seem to be doing fairly safe, simple, professional fanfic without the cussing and open slash.
Am I wrong for thinking some comics would be well-served to be written by twelve year-olds (it worked in the past, didn't it?), and drawn somewhere between Cindy Sherman, Mike Kelly and that TCatt superporn guy? Then, every seven months, take those comics, cut all the panels out, scramble, throw them back down, and let y'know, angry highschool girls transfigure them into something, then, publish that.
Comics that look like junior-high-to-third-year-of-college finals projects in a three-hour-a-session fine arts course, if you got no grade and you hated the school anyway.
With everybody named Lad, Boy, Girl, Lass, Boigrrl, et cet. |
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