I've been working up to this one for a while, and a few recent events put me over the top. First was the Nell Scovell piece in Vanity Fair which I blogged about earlier and cited in the cartoon. Then I read this NYT article about The Onion which described a recent writers' meeting:

This brain trust was all men — all 10 of them white, most in glasses, about half wearing T-shirts with something satirical printed on them, and at least 60 percent of them with facial hair.

I like to think my dude in the first panel captures this essence. I've also been watching standup on Comedy Central lately, and so far I have seen maybe half a dozen wieners and zero muffs. And almost all of them sucked. If I see one more promo for Gabriel Iglesias's "I'm Not Fat, I'm Fluffy," I'll show you something fluffy! (I have no idea what I mean by that.) It's all pretty galling in the 21st century, not to mention the Age of Tina Fey.

And yes, I actually watched "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" while flying back from London in September. You do desperate things when trapped in an airplane for eleven hours. Seriously, only a dude could write a script in which that shlub gets that chick. I demand hottie parity for plain women in film! Of course, I think the last plain woman in a movie was, like, Kathy Bates in "Misery" in 1990.