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This comic hit at the exact boiling point of mid-00s hipster irony and the internet’s love affair with The Outbursts of Everett True, a comic strip from the early 1900s about a large man’s battle with everyday annoyances. It seems that today the battle has been won – but at what cost?! |
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Wow, this is fantastic. Even if you didn’t know about Everett True, it’s got the spirit of early 1900s comics down. Except for the whole letting women be the protagonists thing.
I did not know about this thing.
The comic on the Wikipedia article has Everett True belaboring a creeper who stands on a windy corner where the ladies' skirts are blown about so he can ogle their…um…ankles.
No, really, there's a little dotted line from the leering voyeur's eye to a lady's barely-exposed ankle. This was apparently an issue at the time. I hadn't really grasped how accurate the jokes about Victorian ankle porn were.
I assumed the person was looking in the reflection of the puddle she was walking over personally, but those ankles are awfully tempting
I think my favorite of the Everett True strips is the one where he leers at a pair of manspreaders to get them to make enough space for an elderly lady to sit down. Still highly relevant today.
Hey I remember copying the first panel of this comic for practice. Brings me back.
remember when octopus pie predicted macklemore?
I thought Macklemore was being sincere this whole time.
Love the old-time The Fukken Shit dog popping up in the second panel.