inspirationses
Sometimes I get my inspiration from ridiculous people on the internet. That’s right, I read blogs.
High Quality comes from here. When I first ran across it, or rather, other people commenting on it, I rejoiced: I had found a real-life Sara! But sadly it didn’t quite live up to the hype – mostly, she’s telling off random suitors on the internet, something I can understand, and frankly, she plays RPGs, freelances indeterminately (as a freelancer in my own recently somewhat capacity I can smell this stuff instantly) and is on kind of a recovering-from-body-issues arc, whereas Sara, a creature of rather more cold practicality, if not shimmering bitch evil, would primly devour Ms. Passey for lunch.
However, the sentence “I am a very high-quality woman” is greatly hilarious and exactly the sort of thing Sara thinks to herself like hourly. Seriously, what is that? Look, I’m very stupid at dating, which should be unsurprising coming from an author of web comics, and so I’m willing to forgive all kinds of blunders. But, if Jennifer freaking Connelly came up to me right now and uttered that phrase I would do nothing but laugh.
It is a symptom of advancing age, I suppose, when all your worst celebrity crushes are on married mothers. Hi, Corin Tucker!
Oh, and I didn’t mention this at the time, but Stealth was similarly derived, from this blog post, where another shadow of Sara appears. I think it helps that the very concept of an industry which already pays its actual waitstaff magical wages of like $2/hour deciding to pay someone else to ooh atmospherically about the food (like that doesn’t happen already) is laughable if you think about it for two seconds. You really have two kinds of places that would conceivably, possibly, imaginably do that: hip froufrou places opening up for the first week; and terrible, national chains. Obviously, Sara’s gonna go for the first. She is a high quality woman after all.