This Week in Milford

June 14, 2017

The Full Story

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Panel two is nearly the full Milford… Prairie style windows? Check. Freak hands? Check. Chunky Bracelets? Check. The rare bare midriff? Check. If only Dafne was registering her dismay with a case of EES, we’d have perfection.

Bonus pat myself on the back: I have continued to avoid the temptation to make a Risky Business joke based on Ms. Rizk’s name…

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  1. Okay, so I guess Ryan is just really really innocent and the only problem is these darn GURLZ who won’t leave him alone. Sure, fine. Epic fail on the Bechdel test, Rubin.

    Comment by John S. Walters — June 14, 2017 @ 8:20 am

  2. I agree that things are still in the air, and that we still don’t know a lot, and that it’s perfectly possible the story is worse than we’re being led to think. The last thing we want to do is blame the victim, if any. But I wish Ms Rizk would come out and say it: “School papers do not report on criminal allegations concerning students.” It’s simply not done, and Dafne is behaving as if the Trumpet were The Enquirer.

    Comment by vaganova — June 14, 2017 @ 11:38 am

  3. Dafne should have been a basketball player with those mitts.

    Frankly, I think panel 2 is a wonderful bit of comic strip art – doing a nice job of depicting dopey, over-dramatic teenage angst while staying within the bounds of the strip’s artwork and not resorting to visual gags. Not that I mind conveying emotion in comics with visual gags, it is just neat to see them effectively shown without emptying the sketchbook.

    That said, I’ve started to put my hope in the summer plot. If there is going to be a summer plot…

    Comment by billytheskink — June 14, 2017 @ 11:49 am

  4. Dafne is looking downright Shatneresque in P2. I can almost hear her screaming “KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!”

    Comment by teenchy — June 14, 2017 @ 2:57 pm

  5. teenchy, I wasn’t going to bother to arise to the summit of the avalanche of funny comments today until your Star Trek observations primed the pump.
    Daffy Duck is showing what happens when she gets bent out of shape with that pouty moue on her face: The truth comes out. Her disappointment reveals her actual identity, i. e., a second generation, third-cousin twice-removed offspring from Alien. She kept her mother’s dental work.
    Ms. Rizk reminds me of that Richard Pryor joke about Dobermans where, if you burglarize a house, the Doberman is egging you along(“Yeah, that’s right, take the jewelry, yeah, uh huh, here’s his wallet and credit cards, oh, look, over here, here’s all their CD’s, now don’t forget, he’s got that safe box upstairs with a combination you can crack even if you’re Tommy…”) until you lug the loot towards the front door and suddenly the Doberman metamorphoses into Pazuzu.
    YOU’RE NOT LEAVING. I WANT TO PLAY “FETCH”.

    Now that I’ve established that Daffy Duck possesses Cannelloni digits only Fazoli’s could love…

    “Well, the first thing ya know, ol’ Gil pulls his hair
    Dr. Pearl said, GIL MOVE AWAY FROM THERE,
    she said, Central City is the place ya oughta be,
    so they loaded up the bus and they made the game by threeee

    PM, that is. Wild pitches. Milk cartons.

    Comment by T. Drew Hardin — June 14, 2017 @ 4:41 pm

  6. […] on the ‘Cane from the get-go, she secretly wants to run the article? As our astute readers commented yesterday, this spring arc has turned into another of Rubin’s classic Bechdel Test fails. Girls’ […]

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