Glamour Girl & Hippie Chick take on the Evil Dominion of Man
I found this scrap of paper, circa 1998, while sorting through a box of old files. Do I really need prop preset check lists from an original one act play festival? 10 year old Christmas cards? Why have I been carrying around a menu from the Indian restaurant near my first apartment in Cambridge? It’s both sad and relieving how events and objects lose significance over time.
Once upon a time I had an idea for a comic strip based on the urban mis-adventures of my best friend Danagirl and I. We were superheroins who could crush any cheating, lying, manipulative male who screwed over one of our friends. But I wasn’t angry, really.
Glamour Girl’s power was to breathe fire and destroy men with her words. I believe I shot daggers out of my eyes, although sadly no illustration remains.
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