Many thanks to Muscato for pointing us towards Mary Worth and Me which I have been plowing through all night. A blurb on the site announces “Reminds us of Mystery Science Theater 3000” which is sort of close, but doesn’t do it justice.
The funnies of my 1960s youth still fascinate me, Ms Worth certainly in that firmament, along with Juliet Jones (prissy bitch) and the vaguely homorific Gil Thorpe. Actually, I realize Gil was only gay because I had a big ole crush on him and his industrial strength crew cut.
and because the strip could be relied on for frequent scenes set in a high school locker room’s showers.
My fave was Brenda Starr, Reporter. When I was fumbling through journalism school, I had a charming blown up picture of Ms Star announcing fierily, as her eyes did their patented blaze “I don’t speak to entertainment press.” It was a quote I longed to use myself, but oddly, never got to.
Slightly better, here’s one I just found.
We’ve all been there, haven’t we? The stringy hair, the long shower trying to wash the shame away, the oh-so-conveneint amnesia. Speaking as the voice of experience (much like Mary Worth!) I say if the police aren’t asking uncomfortable questions, it’s probably best not to worry too much about those lost weeks. How good could they have been? Move on sweetie.