I understand every word of this, yet have no idea how any of it ties together.
I feel this worth mentioning (or repeating, since I’m old and have no idea whether I’ve already said various things): my entire teaching career totaled less than a year, yet I had no problem keeping kids like Caulfield from disrupting the class with irrelevant questions.
And I had some kids who were smarter than Caulfield.
So instead of communicating using simple language, they do it entirely by means of literary metaphor?
Not really synchronicity, given the date — though I’m not sure I’d previously seen a comic focusing on segregated water fountains, and two of them appearing back-to-back in my feed was kind of weird.
Weirder was remembering last night (as presumably it did to Jimmy Johnson a few weeks ago) that separate water fountains still existed in my lifetime.
What Frazz says in the final panel seems obvious. What the kid’s saying does not.
Okay, her premise doesn’t reflect any reality I’m familiar with.
And while what he’s saying sounds suitably depressing, I’m not really sure how it relates to what she’s saying in any constructive way.
When I was this kid’s age, shortly after I came home from school (after walking barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways, even in the summer), the afternoon paper showed up containing about a dozen comics. All second- or third-tier comics, because I lived just outside of New York City and the City papers between them had exclusive regional rights to everything worth reading. Our top strip was, I think, Tiger. Once a week, in the Sunday News, I’d get to see comics the rest of the world had heard of.
Peanuts? B.C.? A few times a year when I went into the City with my father and we picked up the New York Post. And during the summer, when we stayed in an area where an out-of-town edition of the Post was delivered.
So even if the newspapers from his grandfather’s childhood contained more comics strips than they do now — which might or might not be the case (and assuming the kid actually reads newspapers) — this is the Golden Age for “number of comic strips”: 8-year-old me literally had no access to Dick Tracy during the week, while he can choose among hundreds if not thousands of comic strips on a daily basis.
EDITED TO ADD: Come to think of it, “And before we knew it, that was all” needs the CIDU tag.