What a weird phenomena comic strips are.
Every time I thumb through the paper the comics catch my eye, and every time I think, "Man, I really hate the comics." Yet, every single time, some inexplicable force compels me to read them. And each time, as I re-fold the paper, bored, slightly irritated and vaguely disgusted, I wonder why I wasted my time.
I'm not the only one either. In an informal interview, every person I talked to admitted to disliking the comics to some degree, with their discontent ranging from a slight disdain to outright scorn. The most positive feeling anyone could muster was feeling sorry for the oft dour Charlie Brown.
Let's be real: Hagar the Horrible is a stereotypically depressing depiction of marriage, Family Circus is lame beyond belief, Blondie has two punch lines - naps and sandwiches, Gasoline Alley is too punny to stomach, and Garfield is just plain boring.
Despite the slightly depressing nature of the comics, each of the interviewed people copped to reading the comics every time they had the opportunity. What a strange, bewitching power comics possess! Perhaps it is our subconscious attempt to escape the reality of the rest of the news, a way to feel better about our own lives, or maybe it's just the bright colors drawing us in like moths to a flame.
Either way, I would like to extend my research to see how far the comic phenomenon extends, so answer as you will:
Terrible though Garfield may be, when you remove Garfield and leave only Jon, the comic is pretty entertaining.
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What about a comic strip titled, "Tasty Pete"?
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