The Morning Line: When Parents' Bedrooms Attack
We cannot lie: Today's "Big Nate" so took us by surprise, we almost choked on our wheat Chex. And really, what greater compliment can we pay a gag strip than to admit that it impaired bodily function in regards to foodstuffs? That it, in other words, literally made us gag.
The source of our involuntary uvula-clench is the left-right combination of the last two panels. Relatively speaking given the page, this delicious strip puts the "Er!" in "subversive" as we're left to surmise what Nate's daddy-o did for countless hours while holed up in his bedroom as a boy. And it doesn't really matter what the Grandma means, because we experience the moment through -- and right with -- Nate as he says: "...I'm a little bit creeped out."
May we just say: Eww. Because who among us, Dr. Freud, hasn't momentarily, accidentally envisioned a parental unit or two in flagrante? And then who among us hasn't immediately gagged involuntarily?
Well-played, Lincoln Peirce. Well-played. Now promise to never, ever do that to us again.
LATER TODAY: Guided by readers, you understand, we explore more comic-world subversion.
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