This Week in Milford

June 25, 2018

Are We Sure These Kids Aren’t In Prison?


Is it just me, or is everything spoken by Barry and Dafne utter nonsense? Am I reading Gil Thorp or Eugene Ionesco?

I get Panel One, sort of (except that they are in school now, but we’ve chewed all the meat off that bone). It’s awkward for Dafne to give Barry a straight answer so she just humors him instead of telling him that Del is a bitter, unrepentant a-hole.

That’s when it goes off the rails. What are you talking about Barry?? I told you he was sorry. Did Dafne’s non-answer indicate any contrition on Del’s part? We can chalk this up to Barry’s own self-delusion, I suppose.

Then the final panel is full of it. Mr. Bader told me to hug Barry for him. Seriously? He said that?

Dafne’s reaction to the request is equally baffling. But I can’t, it would seem dishonest. Dishonest? How about inappropriate? Nauseating? Maybe, at heart, the whole concept of “give so and so a hug for me” or “say hi for me” is kind of insincere, but I don’t know about dishonest.

Judging by how awkwardly the words are strung together, I’m just going to assume Rubin is as bored and fed up with this plot as the rest of us. I know Dafne’s classmates have zero interest in her story. Year round school really wears you out.



  1. Dafne has a moral choice (and since we’re deep in the Bechdel Test Fail Zone, it involves people with penises): Do I kill the story and preserve the tiny scrap of dignity the Bader Family still has? Or do I blow it all up with an expose about a bitter, unrepentant monster who would surely drive drunk again if he ever gets out of the slammer?

    Your typical journalist would barely hesitate.

    Also, hey Barry, do YOU ever visit your dad? Why does he need a proxy hugger?

    Comment by jvwalt — June 25, 2018 @ 7:03 am

  2. Dafne is smiling in panel 3 for some reason. I’m almost intrigued…

    Comment by billytheskink — June 25, 2018 @ 7:43 am

  3. You know what would be really great? An abrupt transition back to The Secret and his launch angles and his illegitimate beefs with regional community college baseball coaches.

    Comment by timbuys — June 25, 2018 @ 10:09 am

  4. How’s this: Dafne finally gets some smarts and abandons the article. She decides to write one on college recruiting, and arranges an interview with the head coach at the University of Southern North Dakota at Hoople. She tries telling him about K-Pel, and how Gil turned him into a feared slugger with just three hours of actual work. The USND-H coach agrees to ask for some video, but lets it slip that what he really needs next year is an embittered, undersized infielder. Dafne offers to put him in touch with someone as long as she never has to hear from the player or his father again. We start the summer story on 16 July.

    Comment by Philip — June 25, 2018 @ 11:46 am

  5. I agree with Timbuys….get back to the Moose story….it’s more believable than this nonsense

    Comment by franku2016 — June 25, 2018 @ 12:01 pm

  6. “he’s sorry all right…sorry that he eats the same slop off a paper plate every day, sorry that every time he goes to the bathroom, he has an audience, sorry that he gets limited phone and TV privileges, sorry that his new job involves making license plates, and sorry that he’s now someone’s girlfriend…”

    Comment by franku2016 — June 25, 2018 @ 1:59 pm

  7. Dismal goddamn story, isn’t it? One of the unstated premises of fiction is that between the beginning and the end of the narrative, something changes, even if it amounts only to a character learning something. To date, this story is utterly static, as static as it was two years ago. Dipshit Sr and Dipshit Jr have not changed at all, and like Franco, Boo Radley remains dead.

    There may be a change yet, but I’m not seeing signs of it. To channel Wally Shawn as Vizzini in The Princess Bride, “I’m WAIT-ING!”

    Comment by vaganova — June 25, 2018 @ 2:44 pm

  8. In P3 at first I thought Dafne was wearing nothing above the waist but a halter top and a necklace. The halter top was an interesting look in the 1970s which never seems to have returned, unlike most other fashions. There were definitely only a certain few women who could look good wearing them, but when they did, whoa! It seems like 1970s concert crowd photos always had attractive girls in halter tops riding on their boyfriend’s shoulders, rocking out to some band like Molly Hatchet.

    Comment by Moon Mullins — June 25, 2018 @ 11:27 pm

  9. And today, we have the “I don’t want Barry to think I’m his pal when he’s gonna go apeshit over the story when it runs!” from Daphne when she had no qualms getting all cozy and friendly and “I’m on your side!” when trying to make him open up…

    Comment by hitorque — June 26, 2018 @ 1:20 pm

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