April wouldn't say "I dunno, I haven't dreamed that far yet." She'd just say "Ummmm......" until she came up with a name. Or she'd say "maybe this, or maybe this, or maybe this...." Lynn is always doing this- putting these twee deepities into the mouths of children. It's such sitcom nonsense.
This speaks to an irritating habit she got into: assuming that a lack of concern for the things she fixates on means a lack of intellect. So what if a kid doesn't playact like she understands and appreciates Vivaldi? That doesn't make her the simpleton the hollow and pretentious snob writing this dreck thinks she is.
Also, let's remember that at least April has a dream. Mike's 'dream' is to be carried through life on a damn litter while Liz's dream is to float away to a candy land so she can turn her brain off. Their dreams realized take the form of a self-made hermit everyone makes excuses for and someone who does all the heavy lifting she gets browbeaten into letting her lazy, morose, sunken-chested loser husband take all the credit for. April's dream realized means rolling her eyes at whiny letters about knowing where home is.
All the women in this strip- except Therese and April, apparently- have the same dream; to be cared for by a guy so they can retire their brains. It's pretty gross.
They have another dream. Said dream is to blame the atrophy of the brains they don't want to use on the children who interrupt their zombie like shuffling through a blank void.
The look on Deanna's face as she pushes the grocery cart through the store is ripped right out of The Stepford Wives, I swear. She looks like a zombie whose life is absolutely over before it even got a chance to get started.
When a woman's letter is all about not humiliating a man by having dignity or agency, you start to think she deserves what she gets. She deserves Mike as much as he deserves her because she is a woman who will never make him improve, never force him to be anything more than the grub he is now.
Like Liz with Anthony. Women in this strip live to take the crap men give them and give nothing but unconditional love and support in return. Michael can move his wife and family into his sister's bedroom with a minimum of gentle pushback. Liz will quit teaching and change the sheets in a bed and breakfast because Anthony Want. Tracey is Mrs. Shoe Polish practically before she graduates from High School. Lynn's attitude toward women is 1950s sitcom garbage.
An actual woman with agency would demand that her husband do his share of the PARENTING, not just the FINANCING. A monthly letter would include at least a hint of Deanna being irritated that Michael is not doing what she is doing- balancing a career and family. Instead we get this "He needs to write! He can't be a house husband!" steaming pile of crap that tells us that Deanna is drunk on the Kool-Aid, and also explains why she keeps her "I wish we had our own house" notions where they belong- in thought-bubbles, where they won't disturb The Master of the House his sister's bedroom.
Which sounds like we are reading the missive of a woman with a black eye and bruises insisting that her husband is a good man when he isn't drinking, spending her life insisting that she did NOT make a mistake and her family was NOT right when they told her he was a loser.
This leads into finding pleasure in the oddest places. That's because thinking about an armed robber shivving Mike in the exercise yard where he's serving a ten year hitch for assault with intent makes me happy.
It's hard to say which of the alleged adults was the most despicable idiot. Personally, I like Liz because the only reason she got her own place was to avoid paying Mike rent.
Also, this loops back to TBJ grousing about problem hair because Liz fails to do job of being a vapid idiot smiling all the time. To the clod writing this and the punitive drones who yap about dead dogs, the purpose of a child is to be a twee idiot who babbles mindlessly about angels painting windows.
Today's exercise in having a tin ear for how children speak:
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April wouldn't say "I dunno, I haven't dreamed that far yet." She'd just say "Ummmm......" until she came up with a name. Or she'd say "maybe this, or maybe this, or maybe this...." Lynn is always doing this- putting these twee deepities into the mouths of children. It's such sitcom nonsense.
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This speaks to an irritating habit she got into: assuming that a lack of concern for the things she fixates on means a lack of intellect. So what if a kid doesn't playact like she understands and appreciates Vivaldi? That doesn't make her the simpleton the hollow and pretentious snob writing this dreck thinks she is.
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Also, let's remember that at least April has a dream. Mike's 'dream' is to be carried through life on a damn litter while Liz's dream is to float away to a candy land so she can turn her brain off. Their dreams realized take the form of a self-made hermit everyone makes excuses for and someone who does all the heavy lifting she gets browbeaten into letting her lazy, morose, sunken-chested loser husband take all the credit for. April's dream realized means rolling her eyes at whiny letters about knowing where home is.
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All the women in this strip- except Therese and April, apparently- have the same dream; to be cared for by a guy so they can retire their brains. It's pretty gross.
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The look on Deanna's face as she pushes the grocery cart through the store is ripped right out of The Stepford Wives, I swear. She looks like a zombie whose life is absolutely over before it even got a chance to get started.
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Like Liz with Anthony. Women in this strip live to take the crap men give them and give nothing but unconditional love and support in return. Michael can move his wife and family into his sister's bedroom with a minimum of gentle pushback. Liz will quit teaching and change the sheets in a bed and breakfast because Anthony Want. Tracey is Mrs. Shoe Polish practically before she graduates from High School. Lynn's attitude toward women is 1950s sitcom garbage.
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An actual woman with agency would demand that her husband do his share of the PARENTING, not just the FINANCING. A monthly letter would include at least a hint of Deanna being irritated that Michael is not doing what she is doing- balancing a career and family. Instead we get this "He needs to write! He can't be a house husband!" steaming pile of crap that tells us that Deanna is drunk on the Kool-Aid, and also explains why she keeps her "I wish we had our own house" notions where they belong- in thought-bubbles, where they won't disturb The Master of the House his sister's bedroom.
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Which sounds like we are reading the missive of a woman with a black eye and bruises insisting that her husband is a good man when he isn't drinking, spending her life insisting that she did NOT make a mistake and her family was NOT right when they told her he was a loser.
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This leads into finding pleasure in the oddest places. That's because thinking about an armed robber shivving Mike in the exercise yard where he's serving a ten year hitch for assault with intent makes me happy.
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It's hard to say which of the alleged adults was the most despicable idiot. Personally, I like Liz because the only reason she got her own place was to avoid paying Mike rent.
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Also, this loops back to TBJ grousing about problem hair because Liz fails to do job of being a vapid idiot smiling all the time. To the clod writing this and the punitive drones who yap about dead dogs, the purpose of a child is to be a twee idiot who babbles mindlessly about angels painting windows.
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