Seems I've gone into a fully-fledged she-author webcomics stupor.
It started innocently enough, with a mild fanboy-demeanor over
Snail Dust — quirky style, dadaist April Fool's, an explosive blend of very wacked-out brains and some quite down-to-earth – well,
relatively down-to-earth – storylines...
Then I began hitting
Okay Pants for the ultimate in pencil-drawn turbodada — it's the adventures of a girl without any whites in her eyes and her sidekick the tie-wearing mushroom. High drama ensues when she discovers her best friend is in fact the cure for the cruel sickness which induces Pokémon hallucinations in her. Can it get much better?
The answer is, yes. I was finally seduced by the stylish inks and espresso attitude of
C'est La Vie, and now I can't make up my mind who to stalk, and in fact, whether I ever feel like reading comics by men again.
There should be a women's webcomic guild, or something.
...oh,
right. I forgot.
