by Mike Romeo
Liz Prince’s comics are exactly the type of comics I want to see more of in the world. Her work lies somewhere between the self-reflection of Jeffery Brown and the raucous energy of James Kochalka, examining herself and her surroundings through the lens of a humorist. Her comics are easily digestible while simultaneously impactful and thought provoking, which gives her work an accessibility a lot of other cartoonists can lack.
When not focusing on punk rock or cats Prince’s comics can lean towards cynicism, but she uses humor to keep from ever becoming bleak. Even when she’s her own punchline, the laughs are never meant to be mean spirited or overly self-depricating. Instead, there’s a type of tongue-in-cheek feeling that comes from the cartoonist’s knowing that her reader can relate on some level to the situation. We laugh with her because we’ve all been there. Prince is incredibly honest about her relationships and inner-most feelings, inviting readers to join her in examining some of life’s pitfalls.
Fuck genderswapping, I hereby demand that all cast and characters of any future Sherlock remake be replaced with cats and kittens.
Colonel Catastian Meowran.
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN
BRB Dying forever.