I am tired of being called a shrieking harridan for pointing out inequalities so tangible and blatant that they are regularly codified into law. I am tired of being told to provide documentation of inequality in the comments sections of a website where a staff of smart women documents inequality as fast as our fingers can move. Like, you might as well write me a note on a banana peel demanding that I prove to you that bananas exist. I am tired of being asked to “cite sources” proving that sexism is real (that RAPE is real, even!), because there is no way to concisely cite decades and decades of rigorous academia. Allow me to point at the fucking library. We can’t cite “everything,” and our challengers know that. It’s an insulting diversionary tactic, it’s an attempt to drag us all backwards, and fuck it. Do your own research like the rest of the grown-ups.

Sexism Fatigue by Lindy West

Needed to be said


A continuation of yesterday’s post - the five pages I did manage to ink of We Are All Rotten.  I did these digitally and it was so hot that summer… I probably spent about 6 to 7 hours on each page - much more than my usual 3-4 per page. All that bread…

The chocolate pyramids in the first page are a reference to one of my friend’s favourite treat from JJ French Pastry.  They sell them in various sizes including a really huge cake version to small chocolate size ones… I don’t think I could ever eat one all by myself!

For the bread I modelled after Johan bakery.  They sold the best melon pan I had ever had - it was a high class melon pan.  The store in Mitsukoshi Nihonbashi is the best.  They have various branches including one in Shinjuku but it’s totally not the same, and I think that branch is no more.

Will I ever pick up this story ever again…


Pencils from a comic I pitched last year.  I got sick a lot that summer so I couldn’t get a lot of the pages inked in time. I might pick this up again… or not. It probably works better as a 50 page short story than a series.  I really like the title - We Are All Rotten. I will use it again for this story or something else someday.

I remember showing Deforge these pencils at this great Northern Chinese place in Toronto. I still think about the noodles in chili oil and the dumplings I had there. It was the summer of second dinners- which is better than the days of four to six meals that one spring. I want to visit the same place again when I’m in Toronto.