I gotta say, when Louis CK was implicated as a moltesty perv, it was really depressing. Can we have no heroes? I mean, Freud said we’re all screwed up over sex, but can’t these dudes be silently or privately screwed up like everyone else and not take it out on innocent people (I was going to say women but there’s Kevin Spacey)? Well anyway, that’s the subject of this week’s Dustinland comic. And like I say in the comic, it’s crazy, but right now every guy in America is walking around, wondering if they ever did something they shouldn’t have. And that’s a good thing, because I can only assume it will lead to less creepy activities in the future.
In lighter news, I was playing a game with my friends where we tried to figure out who would be the person least likely to be outed as a molester. My buddy said Tom Hanks and I don’t think I could beat that. Another friend said Dave Grohl, which is pretty good too, although as a rock star, I think he comes in second after Hanks. How about Viggo Mortensen? He seems like a nice guy. Have you ever seen him in a nordic sweater? Innocent, I say. Oh… wait… I got it: Stevie Wonder.
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This week’s Dustinland comic turned out way more depressing than I intended it but oh well! Definitely don’t have time to take another shot at it. In fact, I’ve been so busy, I had to draw all the characters as shapeless blob things to save time. THE SECRETS OF A WEB CARTOONIST—EXPOSED!
The strip was inspired by two things. 1 – an article in Esquire that I read a while back. It hit on some of the same topics. Not the fatherhood part but the part about grown men just not really having friends in the same way that women do, and the way society seems to accept that and even possibly encourage it. 2 – a conversation I had with another dad in the office the other day. Turns out we have very similar experiences during the weekends when we’re off with our families, doing mom-organized excursions. It’s just so weird. All the dads get along really well, we just never hang out outside of these outings. Maybe we’re just too busy. Maybe it’s weird, like I say in the comic—against man code. Who knows. I just know we all like to drink beer, so at least that part of the cliché is real.