My grandmother drove my grandfather to suicide, and then talked shit about him at his funeral. Essentially what happened in this comic. Things like this happen, it’s not some patriarchal conspiracy.
I said nothing about patriarchal conspiracies. It’s just a medium-funny joke, which has been beaten to death like 20 Yeats ago. The artist should geht better material
As someone who has spent the past six months trying to repair their 10 year relationship, only for every attempt at expressing my need for accountability and a basic sense of compassion to fail, all I can say is:
Sometimes your partner turns into a cunt, and it’s not gender exclusive.
Wife bad
And sometimes they actually are, get over it.
My grandmother drove my grandfather to suicide, and then talked shit about him at his funeral. Essentially what happened in this comic. Things like this happen, it’s not some patriarchal conspiracy.
I said nothing about patriarchal conspiracies. It’s just a medium-funny joke, which has been beaten to death like 20 Yeats ago. The artist should geht better material
If you really think this is about wife bad you are probably missing the point of the comic.
What would you say it’s about?
It’s about your shoes, Terry! You’re tracking dirt through the house, AGAIN just after I vacuumed last week!
Valuing more a piece of upholstery than a human life. Satire on materialism with an absurd delivery.
“Joke”
As someone who has spent the past six months trying to repair their 10 year relationship, only for every attempt at expressing my need for accountability and a basic sense of compassion to fail, all I can say is:
Sometimes your partner turns into a cunt, and it’s not gender exclusive.
So sometimes: wife bad (but unironically)
Sorry that happened to you. Doesn’t make this kind of comic any less repetitive (and boring and boomer).
Oh well. It’s relatable for some, who are valued merely by their output, and not as individuals.
It speaks to me. But I suppose that’s trite.
“trite” is a new word for me. Thanks for using it