Funny stuff. And informative. I will now re-think my "beer helmet" series of tube-based lactation headwear.
While it's true that I cut my dad's throat out with a phallic shard of glass, that doesn't mean that I'm fatherless. I did have one. And the universal love for knives that was generated from his chromosomes sure didn't come in handy when he wasn't able to reach for his (knife, that is). Which is to say, dear afro-sporting avatar, not that there isn't humor in the world. Merely that said humor ought to rise above "huh, huh, pretzels and nacho cheese are awesome when the kung fu movies are on." At least, you and your mouth-breathing, circle jerk homies might consider that humor. Others don't. And it's the Internet, so groove on those dope vibes during your next monster truck rally, cause we'll still be here trying to get the Alibi to publish something that doesn't suck. And when you get done laughing at child abuse, maybe you'll join us.
Who wrote this? Beavis? Some frat-tard who just got finished playing Bros Icing Bros? While the concept of fatherhood and gift-giving may be hilarious to those reeking of Smirnoff Ice, how about some content for those of us who have evolved beyond the fart joke and roofie-laced high five?
I follow this column with a dedicated fervor, reading and forwarding often, commenting rarely. Yet, I must say that this one is the best of the batch thus far. Honest, insightful, personal while offering a glimpse into the larger pharmaco-industrial medical landscape. Props to Miss Diagnosis for another winner.
Well written, extensively researched, packaged with good art. The Alibi needs more like this. Outstanding.