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
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”