Comics will demand next to nothing from some people even as it demands almost everything from others.
Unlike prose or film or theater, we read comics as a window to other comics, comics we may never see, comics that may or may not be out there.
At this point in my life I’d prefer to read the complete works of a defunct independent comics company from the 1980s than the fruits of the latest top 100 list.
Art comics has a tradition where not long ago its champions fell in love with the form when they had so little access to its history and lived in such artistically fallow times they had no choice but to believe in comics that hadn’t been made yet.
Being in comics long enough allows you special insight into large, dysfunctional groups of people, which is handy when you’re living in a hospital.
Nothing irks me as a sign that comic shops have calcified to their detriment as much as the fact that so many still seem to be specifically resistant to female customers.
I don’t think criticism from comics creators has any special quality that makes it any better or worse than criticism generally.
We live in an increasingly literal world, where people don’t like movies because they think the actress is too ugly, rather than being able to see her as attractive because you’re being asked to see her in the story that way.