weird shit for deviants
Ideally I would have had it in me to start drawing this comic ten years ago, so I could always draw Jane in baby doll dress + combat boot ensembles. That style rocked. But, because I suck, I only got around to doing a full-bore comic recently so I have to resort to flashback scenes. Jane and Sara are like 13 or 14 in that one picture. Jane has always been down, like, since “down” was current slang, so she picked up on the post-riot-grrl stuff right off. I imagine her bouncing around for hours in the Kathleen Hanna role along to “Bull In The Heather.” Sara, as noted, was a nerd. Specifically, a book nerd. Nonfiction.
The tub of guacomole bit is stolen from a high school friend of mine who, as far as I’m concerned, made up that particular perversion out of whole cloth freshman year. Last I heard of him, he had since managed to secure a job as an economics professor at Harvard. No shit. I am telling the exact truth. I’m not telling who he is. I don’t know if he’s up for tenure and I don’t wanna get him in trouble. Yeah, I know, he’s teaching economics. Still. Bros before popular revolutions, yo.