Something important has been going on in the comics.
I remember my Father preaching a sermon on this, back in the Fifties - holding some comics, to make his point. Everyone thought this was just one of Dad's eccentricities (he did have a few) - and didn't take him seriously.
If they could have seen what they have morphed into now:
Man-Eaters probes societal fears of the female body through the perspective of a 12-year-old girl at one of the most horrific, awkward times of her life: her first period.
Maude, the girl, exists in a world where nearly everyone is infected with a parasite mutation called Toxoplasmosis X. Most never manifest any symptoms. But pubescent girls, if left unchecked—or if unaffected by the menstruation-blocking chemicals the U.S. government injects into cities’ water supplies—transform into feral, powerful cats prone to mauling their neighbors and families.
But, more importantly, this is about the Comic Book Industry - and its insidious effects on everyone.
We live in a complex world (not just a complicated one) where everything affects everything else.
Who can blame us, if we are not crazy?
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