This week’s new Dustinland comic is not actually a Father’s Day comic, but the timing works out nicely so let’s just say that it is. I mean, it is about parenting, and I am a father, so there you go. Close enough! Seriously though, the pressure in the comic is real.
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This new Dustinland comic is my take on the first day of school posts that have been dominating my social media feeds lately. Shouldn’t need no explainin… but if you don’t get it, just Google “first day of school chalkboard.”
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As I say in this week’s Dustinland comic, being a sanitation worker is probably not the horrible future you were meant to believe it would be as a child. I think I read there is a 5-year waiting list to get the gig in NYC. Or that they only hire 500 new people a year, meaning that statistically it’s harder to get into garbage than Harvard. It does look rough though, physically speaking. I would imagine these dudes are pretty broken by the time they retire. Which is probably at a relatively early age but still, hard to factor in that kind of wear and tear into your salary and benefits. Also it’s probably pretty stinky and dirty. But you know, until Scott Walker has his way with the rest of the nation, it should be a nice blue collar union job that lets people support a family. Imagine that.
PS I shouldn’t always say dudes and men since once I saw a woman sanitation worker. Seems pretttttttty rare though.
I was lazy on Father’s Day and didn’t feel like drawing comics, so I dug out these masterpieces. Honestly, I could spend days going through my old college textbooks. They are so intricate in their doodles and little jokes… I wonder how I was inspired to work so hard at not doing what I was supposed to be doing. Maybe class is just that boring. Maybe that’s how I learn. I was actually a pretty decent student. Not always A but not too far from it. Solid B+ for sure. Sometimes A if I really cared. It was hard to care though. School… you know, it can be interesting with the right teacher/professor, but so often it felt like being forced to sit in a room for no reason. It really could be torturous at times.
I did have some great teachers though. And once I took a course called The History of Sequential Art. AKA comics. A class about comics! Amazing. Believe it or not, the guy teaching the class (grad student) probably taught me more about writing college papers than anyone else. We were all freshman and we gave in our first papers and he handed them all back and said they were too bad to grade, and he spent a whole class explaining what a college paper really should be. Nice guy. I wonder what he’s doing now.
But yeah, anyway, my notes are ridiculous and there are zillions of hidden gems in them — jokes and drawings — so maybe I’ll edit it down and publish some highlights one day. High five.
The Theory of Hipster Relativity Dustinland comic continues to have legs, three years after its creation. Most recently, it was mentioned in a Boston Globe article detailing the hipsterification of a neighborhood. But more bizarrely, shortly before that article came out, the comic was featured in a Canadian sociology textbook. I find both of these things quite excellent, but the textbook especially. You spend your whole life hating school and wind up as part of a lesson plan. Who knew?
It is now official: I am an expert source when it comes to the science of hipsterology.
A wise man named Old Dirty Bastard once said “Wu-Tang is for the children.” And that’s how I feel about this week’s Dustinland comic. When you’re a kid, the bad shit that happens to you feels awful. Humiliating. The worst. You feel like you want to die. Like things will never change. Never get better. But you know what? Then one day you’re an adult with a normal life. And some of those things that seemed so horrible back then actually seem funny now. Not everything, but some of it. And even the worst of it (and I’m just talking regular school problems, not child abuse or other serious trauma that requires therapy) will be so far behind you, it’s almost like it never happened. So grin and bear it kids. I know childhood can suck sometimes, but this nice thing is, you can get older, leave all those douche bags you hate behind and totally reinvent yourself into exactly who you want to be. And then you can get a job and get married and have completely different things to complain about.
This week’s Dustinland is all real. Everything is taken straight from my high school yearbook, which I dug out from the vaults of my parents’ apartment (I was there visiting this weekend in order to play with their new kitten [his name is Rex]). In case you want to know, I went to Stuyvesant High School, and in case you want to know what that means, well Stuyvesant is some big fancy NYC public school for nerds. You have to take a test to get in, kinda like a mini SAT. Once you’re there it pretty much sucks because it’s harder than most colleges, but you get to learn stuff and most importantly, you don’t get beaten up, robbed or stabbed, like many do in regular NYC public schools. Basically, it’s private school for smart kids without money. I guess that has nothing to do with this comic but I just had a few beers so I’m rambling.