There’s definitely this strain of “Why would I ever want to sacrifice for anyone else? Who could possibly deserve that much love?” coming off these comic artists and their readership.
It reeks of alienation and despair. Like, that final panel of the comic might as well be of the artist themself. Alone, on a roof, half conscious, rings under the eyes - that’s more than a few people I knew back in college.
No shit. Raising kids is an act of love and sacrifice.
If you aren’t willing to do this, do NOT have kids!
There’s definitely this strain of “Why would I ever want to sacrifice for anyone else? Who could possibly deserve that much love?” coming off these comic artists and their readership.
It reeks of alienation and despair. Like, that final panel of the comic might as well be of the artist themself. Alone, on a roof, half conscious, rings under the eyes - that’s more than a few people I knew back in college.