This one has it all: the pretentiousness; the preachiness; the faux-profundity.
It has the lecture from the world-weary eight year-old, with his perspective on things he has no experience with.
It has the stilted language, the scolding, we-geniuses-know-better tone.
Worst of all, it closes with the phony, self-congratulatory cry of CHECK ME OUT!! I AM AN INDIVIDUALIST!!
Try this, kid: Lead your defiant, exceptional life and feel content that you’ve done so. Bragging about it makes you a jackass.
You don’t “peruse” colleges. You peruse lists of colleges, descriptions, rankings, of them, and of what they offer.
Unfortunately, Mallett’s misuse of the fancy word when a different one would do is the least of the trouble here.
Worst “Frazz” ever.
Consistency is not very important. My gripe with inconsistency is that it’s hack work to have your characters change their stripes whenever the gag demands it. It bothers me as a matter of writing style, of competence.
On the contrary, I do NOT complain when Frazz shows some self-awareness (of his pomposity) or when the kid gets crushed by Mrs. O. That’s a great relief from the usual, and I always note it.
If I’m to choose between an insistence on consistency and seeing the superciliousness toned down, I’ll take the latter every time.
I read those three in local papers. I can’t find crazy people who insist that “Frazz” is perfect in the papers, so I come here to watch the nuttiness on gocomics.
I’ve mentioned before that I like “Pearls Before Swine.” The dumb characters do dumb things without conspicuously bright characters looking down on them
“Brewster Rockit” makes me laugh. The hero is dim, but likable. The smart characters get exasperated by him, but still act charitably toward him.
“Sherman’s Lagoon,” same thing.
I just do can’t see how it’s funny or a good thing that a strip features brainiacs trying to out-brain-y each other. It’s not amusing to me, it’s gross. Puffed-up know-it-alls are to be skewered. As Jef the Cyclist is. Now THAT’S funny!
If the gross-out stuff is somehow supposed to dilute the smugness and quasi-intellectualism, it ain’t working. It’s just as objectionable as the rest.
All I can guess (and I’m fairly certain it’s a good guess) is that it’s supposed to mean that you must be strong of mind and will to force yourself to go out and run, day after day. In bad weather, when you’re in pain, when you don’t feel like doing it. Doing it doesn’t strengthen your lungs and legs as much as it proves how strong you are to be forcing yourself to do it in the first place.
It’s the most self-serving thing I’ve ever read. (And as a longtime reader of this strip, that’s saying A LOT.)
The comics are for laughs, not for you to boast about how special you are for training so hard! Work on some gags! That’s the job.
In your spare time, go stand on a street corner in Lansing, stop strangers and tell them about your grit. “Hey, I run a lot. That means I’m willing to do things you won’t. Just thought I’d tell you. I tell everybody.”
Come on! Make us laugh!
No, it sure doesn’t.
All I’m saying is that when Mallett’s characters make all these pronouncements, it’s implicit that FRAZZ doesn’t belong in either the lazy or dumb-enough-to-buy-a-lottery ticket categories. It’s sanctimonious. It’s pompous. It’s what prompted Pastis to create Jef the Cyclist. Because it’s funny to see puffed-up self-satisfied people getting deflated. Except in “Frazz.” Where they’re put on pedestals.
I do not get it.
I think I’ve got it now:
The lottery is for morons.
Life isn’t fair.
The universe doesn’t care.
Work hard to earn stuff instead of relying on a lucky break.
And make sure everyone knows you’re not one of the morons and that you work really, really hard at stuff.