This happens all the time. Every car horn, every whistle, every cat call and lewd exclamation, strengthens the lesson I’ve been taught over and over and over again throughout my entire life: as a lady, my body is on public display and open for judgment—from anyone.
Most men who will see this are decent, rational guys who will sympathize with my feelings. A small, vocal handful of dudes will send me private messages about how women like me can’t “take a fucking compliment.” This is not for either of you. This is for the guys who don’t know yet that attracting unwanted attention doesn’t make women feel good, no matter how nice their intentions are. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can say that I personally get embarrassed, often scared, and always—ALWAYS—ashamed, in some way, in how I look.
So… now that you know, cut it out. Tell all the girls how nice they are and how amazing they are at their jobs instead.
New Friendron strip. I’m calling it Friendron. This one is called “Roomies.”
D-Renny and Genge have a little disagreement!
(As before, hit “high res” until I figure out how to post things bigger in the first place.)
This is my very first webcomic. It is a comic and it is on the web. I am not good at drawing or photoshop. So I’m sorry about that.
(Be sure to hit High Res!)
My friend Mikey Heller makes comics at Time Trabble, and they are pretty awesome. Check him out if you want to giggle and feel weird, all at the same time!
