Banal Hemorrhage

  Most of my comic ideas take weeks to percolate. Very few ideas come to my head fully fleshed out immediately. This is one of them. We were talking about Trump’s purposefully abhorrent cabinet picks and my mom started talking about the brain-worm guy. It immediately came to my ears as “why does nobody talk about the poor worm that had to share space with RFK Jr.?” And in less than 2 hours a comic was made. Thank you mom for the idea, that was a very productive birthday party!

If you are one of the two or three people that read my blog with any form of consistency, you may have  noticed one thing. I’m a momma’s boy. Unashamedly, my mother is my hero. I ask her for advice constantly and I will never stop trying to honor her. In chauvinistic Venezuela during the chauvinistic 80s, a single mom of two, working in the chauvinistic profession of engineering, faced many challenges. What made her able to surmount her challenges was her determination to prove herself to herself at all times. She didn’t want to be seen as a woman doing a man’s job; she wanted to show the world what she could achieve. I only learned this later in life, but she doesn’t identify as a feminist, even though most people who knew her would consider her one. She identifies as a person that can do anything she sets her mind to. She’s incredibly driven. When I asked her what motivated her, she said that when she starts a new job, she looks at her boss and asks, ‘How can I become their boss ...