I’m immediately hostile to things that make me read through a magnifying glass. Is this part of a test? Is this some kind of girl fight I’m not even aware I’m party too? Well never mind, because somehow, they win. The musing ranges from how nice it would be to never be attracted to ex- boyfriends to how much she like girlcrushes. But perhaps the clincher was the last page, where finally relieved of tiny type we get a classic rant: “to the whiteboy who told me my comix weren’t feminist enough… FUCK YOU.” with the most excellent “p.s. maybe I don’t make my comix for you.” Now, if only we could do something about the Taco Bell business.
comic / #1-2, 28 pages / main creator: Tamara Rae Biebrich / $2 and a stamp / 39 Lochinar, Winnipeg, MB, R2J 1R3