Summary: Are you a special snowflake?
Do you love networking to advance your career?
Is adulthood an exciting new challenge for which you feel fully prepared?
Ugh. Please go away.
These comics document the wasting of entire beautiful weekends on the internet, the unbearable agony of holding hands on the street with a gorgeous guy, and dreaming all day of getting home and back into pajamas. In other words, the horrors and awkwardnesses of young modern life.
Sarah Anderson is a young Brooklyn artist. The book is totally not autobiographical at all.
Adulthood is a Myth, by Sarah Andersen 7.5
I’m not sure that I was aware of “Sarah’s Scribbles”, the webcomic that took the interwebs by digital storm. But when I saw the cover and title of this book on my local library’s webpage, I just had to request it.
Adulthood really is a myth, isn’t it?
I don’t know about you, but I’ve just stumbled into so-called adulthood; I was wholly unprepared for it. One day I just had to move out, pay my bills and survive. If that’s “adulthood”, then I guess I’m living it.
But I have no !@#$-ing clue. I have no typical “adult” abilities, the kind of things you’d expect from even a half-moronic degenerate: I can’t cook, sew, or repair anything. I don’t even drive or carry a gun.
It’s a damned good thing that I decided well before it was too late not to have kids: I probably wouldn’t know what end I have to feed them through or how often you have to turn them over to get an even colour.
And, knowing me, I’d probably lose the receipts and forget to return them before the warranty runs out.
Totally dodged a bullet there!
I’m not ready for this “adulthood” that some people refer to in hushed tones around me (it took me a while to realize that it’s not a dirty secret, it’s just that they don’t want to offend my already very fragile ego).
Seriously, one of my favourite memes is this:
I think it speaks for itself.
Can you imagine a creature like me with a children – or, as Zim would call it, a “worm baby”?
So naturally, I enjoyed ‘Adulthood is a Myth’, which is the first collection of “Sarah’s Scribbles”, Sarah Andersen’s semi-biographical series that pokes fun at the inability some of us “adults” have with “life”.
I started reading it on my way to a friend’s place (remember, I don’t drive so it’s perfectly okay for me to do this – I was safely at the back of a bus!) and just couldn’t stop laughing at its protagonist’s antics.
Whoever she is (*cough, cough*) often doesn’t have the tools to cope with everyday life – and doesn’t seem to care to develop them. Instead, she takes shortcuts or the easy way out of the minor situations she faces.
Sometimes (i.e. often), procrastination is her friend.
Anyway, I just had to show it to my friend when I got to her place: I knew she’d relate to “Sarah”‘s house cleaning tactics, her love of books and need for solitude. She basically p!$$ed herself laughing.
(I won’t tell you if/how she cleaned that up)
Here’s a taste of “Sarah’s Scribbles”:
Nota bene: Don’t lick your screen; that was a figure of speech. Your screen won’t taste yummy unless you’ve been a sloppy eater.
But, mostly, it has a nice fuzzy cover.
The only problem is that you can’t take it with you in the bath because it quickly loses its felty loveliness. Don’t do it! You’ve been warned! (I discovered this the hard way… Where are mom and dad when you need them?)
Still, “Adulthood is a Myth” is a fun book. Sure, the pages crinkle and stick together when they get soaked but, despite this design flaw, it’s a major improvement over what happens to your laptop when you bathe with it.
I’m using a friend’s computer right now.