Tag: comics
What Finally Killed Off Superman? American Fascism
How America finished off the superhero that he was always meant to embody.
Is the Humor of Barry Humphries Out of Time?
The days of performing witless, morally objectionable material under the guise of being "in character" are over.
Will Robots Replace Human Artists?
In this podcast, we speak with authors John Biggs and B.J. Mendelson on the future of social media and A.I.
Prison Bitches! Electric Ladies! Women Who Rule the Earth!
We'd have no Harvey Weinstein because some electro-lady would turn him into a pile of ash.
No, Claire Berlinski: #MeToo Isn’t Going Too Far
Not when there are restaurant rape rooms and Louis C.K. is just fine.
No Debate! The Lady and (Donald J.) Tramp Take Vegas
A report from the CFR's special correspondents at the final presidential debate.
A Comics Great Tackles the Irish Immigrant Experience
Colleen Doran's “Gone to Amerikay” weaves together three time periods into a very satisfying story.
Reflections “From Hell”: Alan Moore and Jack the Ripper
Alan Moore’s Jack the Ripper story: the most amazing graphic novel you probably haven’t read.
Funerals and Beauty Parlors: the Work of Alison Bechdel
Indie comics artist makes good with a MacArthur Genius Award.
How I’m Writing My New Graphic Novel – Part 3
Part 3 of 3: How the story came together, and a little more about the book.
How I’m Writing My New Graphic Novel – Part 2
Part 2 of 3: How I prepare story materials and get the book illustrated.
How I’m Writing My New Graphic Novel – Part 1
Part 1 of 3: some background on "The Malay Mysteries" series.
What Joan Rivers Can Teach Us All About Work
Remembering the clubs where the late comedian established her working patterns.
Batman on His 75th Year of Busting Crime (and Gay Rumors)
I forget. Do straight people wear tights?
RIP RGB, RIP GOP, RIP USA
None of the second-rate white men currently on the Supreme Court will receive the honors given to RBG when they finally die.
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Herman Cain (and Republicans Unable)
And then there was Jerry Falwell, Jr., with his open pants, evangelical FUPA and his hands veering into prime side-boob territory with -- hey, doesn't she have a name?
