Another full-colour "Trots and Bonnie" in this one. So fricking great. Not to mention that we get a full-page Trina Robbins comic, a very, very weird little gem called "Planet Love." One of the things that keeps me from thinking that the National Lampoon people are not simply cruel and vindictive is that they've got some really great lady cartoonists working for them, cartoonists who are very much inflected by the second wave of Feminism. Smart ladies like that wouldn't work for a bunch of misogynist racists, right?
That's the hope, anyway. And, of course, National Lampoon is satire. All of the horrible words and ideas contained in the magazine are there for the purpose of making fun of those self same words and ideas. That doesn't make them any easier to read, and nor should they be easy to read, quite frankly. As I noted yesterday, I'm not sure that making such things humorous serves the purpose that we think it might, but that's something I'm going to have to put a lot more thought to.
One more issue tomorrow, and then back to some comics.
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