Anonymous asked: so how many cartoonists have you met that you thought they were a terrible enough person you throw their comics out? you make it seem likes its a common thing that has happened to you more then once. ive met plenty of cartoonists and none of them seemed like awful people, maybe socially awkward, am i just lucky to have met nice cartoonists?
I’ve been in comics for long enough to know the difference between “socially awkward,” and “stand-offish,” and “kind of a jerk” and “pile of human garbage.”
When people are stand-offish, I respond by giving them the space that their body language and demeanor indicates. When people are “kind of a jerk,” I just sort of grin and stop trying to socially interact with that person. Being a jerk isn’t a dealkiller the way most people on the internet pretend that it is. I’m a jerk sometimes. You (though I don’t know your identity) are most assuredly a jerk sometimes. If someone is “kind of a jerk,” it could be that they don’t like you or it could be that they have a bad personality or it could be that they’re having a bad day or it could be that they’re not a jerk and it’s a misunderstanding. Nothing to pull one’s hair out over.
So when somebody is just a “terrible person,” my anonymous friend, I don’t think you understood the scope of what I am referring to. There are people out there who are abusive to the people they encounter. People who harass women and make them feel personally, deeply uncomfortable. There are people who will make up stories and spread gossip just to attempt to harm the next person’s reputation. Just to do it.
Cartoonists aren’t a special breed. They are human beings and just like musicians, actors, novelists, waiters, mechanics…. they can be good or bad, regardless of job title or social stature. Frankly, I don’t understand the implication of your question, friend. It is a challenge to the truth of what I said previously. Do you doubt me? Do you think that I say things just to say them? The question could easily be turned around: why do you even suspect that when I say something, it would be fabricated, exaggerated or intentionally falsified.
If I say something, why would you think that I have any motive to deceive you. Think about it: this question implies that I’m lying about taking out the garbage.
It occurs to me that I should post a link to the initial query which prompted your question: http://darrylayo.tumblr.com/post/63182662103/lets-say-you-read-a-cartoonists-comic-and-really
I was asked a hypothetical about how something would affect me. It just so happens that my experience allowed me to answer this question not hypothetically but with lived experience. Go back to this original post and see if the implication of your question lines up with the specific tone and implication of the initial post.
Look, I did tons of this stuff on the Comics Journal message board. One person would post a thing. Another person would reply to the specific context of that item. A third person would take the second person to task for a misinterpretation based on not reading the throughline of the specific implication of that exact line of discussion.
Semantics are important.
Word usage and word choice are important.
People put words into each others mouths and then demand that the other person justify something that they never said.
This never works on me because I am self-confident enough to know what I believe, to know what I mean, to know what I said.
Now listen closely: I don’t believe that you intentionally attempted to misconstrue the context of my words. I don’t believe that you maliciously tried to get me to argue a point that isn’t mine. I’m just explaining that I don’t do “thread drift.” I don’t do the thing where someone latches onto a key phrase, extrapolates an alternate meaning and throws it back at me, demanding that I justify something that I never said.
People would take each other’s words out of context all day, every day back on the Comics Journal message board and it trained me to be sharper. Clearer. More precise. And when necessary, I learned to doggedly insist on my own points and to deny any interloper their desire to push my words into something else.
My critical ability was honed in a place where I had to learn to be not just smart but also careful, attentive to detail, attuned to myself and cautious of the faulty reading comprehension of the people around me.
No offense, anon. I’m sure that I like you. I’m sure that I know you and like you in real life.
But you have not seen the claws come out until you’ve seen somebody mess with my words.