cruelty is never to be expected?? What verbal garbage. This dialogue is stilted and unnatural, but I'm preaching to the choir. It looks like Mary and Dawn are trying to deflect criticism, cruelty, whatever, from a dangerous, potentially explosive relationship which ought to be in violation of SRU's Code of Ethics. Dawn would get better advice on the internet or from a lawyer with whom she could practice Yoga and attend trials.
Everyone, see the end of yesterday's comments for a couple new ones posted earlier today - one by me and a terrific one by Peggy Olson (kudos to her!).
KitKat's and Peggy Olson's comments earlier are totally to the point. I spent the greater part of my adult life in the public university system, and witnessed many of the very necessary reforms that took place over the years. That's why this storyline and KMs blithe ignorance are so monumentally irritating!
I'm afraid I think about this strip more than I should, but wanders and all you commenters provide the closest thing to a "safe space" to indulge in my obsession.
I started to wonder if Karen Moy is like a goose laying a golden egg. If her writing reflected the "real world" we all live in or her characters acted more "human", would the magic that happens in Mary Worth (and the joy that wanders so eloquently expresses in his blogging) disappear and leave us with something lifeless and boring? (Does that Goose/Golden egg metaphor make sense. I mean, we don't want to cut her open, but most of us are more than a little curious about what makes her tick. I'm thinking of that pretentious New Yorker editor on the Seinfeld episode, The Cartoon: "Cartoons are like gossamer and one doesn't dissect gossamer"....sorry, making my references even more obscure).
The new Sunday strip development has muddied the water for me even further, especially in understanding what the "process" of this strip is. Mary and Dawn's exchange on Sunday sounded like two entirely different people, talking in different voices, referencing movies like people we actually know do every day. But now we're back in the familiar (and yes, hilarious) tone deaf territory of these two cartoony people talking like characters in a really bad play.
Is there some process by which Karen's writing passes through an Uncle Joe filter that will be different than the new artist filter? Does Karen give license to the new artist (sorry, I'll commit her name to memory eventually) to clean things up dialoguewise or even toss in her own revisions for space or clarity?
One more question: Is there a medication I should be taking to help chill me out about all this?
Toots McGee, this blog is your medication for Worthitis. (We're all chronic sufferers.)
KitKat and fauxprof, thanks for referencing my comment yesterday. It's regrettable that those comments had to be made. I miss the banal storylines in New York and the health spa. Where's Jill Black when we really - really! - need her?
Oh, those kids aren't so bad. What they all need to do is go to a good ol' fashioned frat spring break party, like the wholesome youth of Oregon and Washington:
Whenever I get too down about this story, I remember the dinner theater acrobats in New York and start laughing alone at my desk, reminding my colleagues why I'm single.
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cruelty is never to be expected?? What verbal garbage. This dialogue is stilted and unnatural, but I'm preaching to the choir. It looks like Mary and Dawn are trying to deflect criticism, cruelty, whatever, from a dangerous, potentially explosive relationship which ought to be in violation of SRU's Code of Ethics. Dawn would get better advice on the internet or from a lawyer with whom she could practice Yoga and attend trials.
Everyone, see the end of yesterday's comments for a couple new ones posted earlier today - one by me and a terrific one by Peggy Olson (kudos to her!).
KitKat's and Peggy Olson's comments earlier are totally to the point. I spent the greater part of my adult life in the public university system, and witnessed many of the very necessary reforms that took place over the years. That's why this storyline and KMs blithe ignorance are so monumentally irritating!
Da Vinci, for instance, bonded with students every chance he got, and he never let the mean girls get to him.
I'm afraid I think about this strip more than I should, but wanders and all you commenters provide the closest thing to a "safe space" to indulge in my obsession.
I started to wonder if Karen Moy is like a goose laying a golden egg. If her writing reflected the "real world" we all live in or her characters acted more "human", would the magic that happens in Mary Worth (and the joy that wanders so eloquently expresses in his blogging) disappear and leave us with something lifeless and boring? (Does that Goose/Golden egg metaphor make sense. I mean, we don't want to cut her open, but most of us are more than a little curious about what makes her tick. I'm thinking of that pretentious New Yorker editor on the Seinfeld episode, The Cartoon: "Cartoons are like gossamer and one doesn't dissect gossamer"....sorry, making my references even more obscure).
The new Sunday strip development has muddied the water for me even further, especially in understanding what the "process" of this strip is. Mary and Dawn's exchange on Sunday sounded like two entirely different people, talking in different voices, referencing movies like people we actually know do every day. But now we're back in the familiar (and yes, hilarious) tone deaf territory of these two cartoony people talking like characters in a really bad play.
Is there some process by which Karen's writing passes through an Uncle Joe filter that will be different than the new artist filter? Does Karen give license to the new artist (sorry, I'll commit her name to memory eventually) to clean things up dialoguewise or even toss in her own revisions for space or clarity?
One more question: Is there a medication I should be taking to help chill me out about all this?
Toots McGee, this blog is your medication for Worthitis. (We're all chronic sufferers.)
KitKat and fauxprof, thanks for referencing my comment yesterday. It's regrettable that those comments had to be made. I miss the banal storylines in New York and the health spa. Where's Jill Black when we really - really! - need her?
Oh, those kids aren't so bad. What they all need to do is go to a good ol' fashioned frat spring break party, like the wholesome youth of Oregon and Washington:
http://www.oregonlive.com/education/index.ssf/2016/05/university_of_oregon_investiga.html
Whenever I get too down about this story, I remember the dinner theater acrobats in New York and start laughing alone at my desk, reminding my colleagues why I'm single.
Some of you are starting to scare me. Chill.
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