These are the manic ramblings that go through my head at all hours of the day or night.
I would think that you, who spend so much time pointing out the flaws and problematic areas in other people’s work, would be able to take one silly comic directed at your work and other likes it.
Normally I wouldn’t respond to this kind of thing publicly, but I’ll make an exception since you called me a shit.
This is so fucking rich.
It’s really just so fucking amazing how delusional he can be. That he labels this robotic amputee fetishist pin-up art as “body agency” and “empowering”, that he can’t even fucking fathom that it might come off as a little silly and self-pandering and kinda weird to others.
This man who prides himself on being an intellectual, a critic of comics and culture, a feminist…resorts to calling someone else “a shit” over a little ribbing not directed at him, but making fun of all the little things he’s guilty of.
Other, humbler artists could have a laugh at her comic. “Oh no! You got me!” they’ll say. They can acknowledge that their characters pander a little more to themselves than anyone else, and that’s just fine with them. But not Diaz, noooo, not Diaz. Did Cube just not understand that these tits-and-stumps sketches were bold? Empowering? No, of course not. How could she.
If a comic not directed at you is somehow passively-aggressively attacking your person, then maybe before you childishly attack the creator in a bitter, vengeful tumblr ask, maybe take a deep breath and do a bit of soul-searching. Maybe figure out how this comic that didn’t even bring you up has managed to strike such a chord with you personally. Ponder the idea that maybe this general jab at certain types of creators could apply to yourself, that perhaps this is how people could also view you. Then go fuck yourself.