

But we know that burning within this serene, highly personal, self-referential, and contented exterior is the contemptuous, reactionary bitchiness of pop, the movement that-by rehabilitating American capitalism for the world via art-not only liberated us from straining our brains but also helped vanquish human movements for social justice forever. The comic, instead of being a campy launch pad from which to lacerate humanity, is held in high regard as a sacred institution, with the forebears of comicdom being revered as heroic themselves (just look at Crumb and his Bible stories). The stories are often about relationships.

The paper is archival and the drawings tend toward Zen inksmanship. Now they typically resemble something more akin to the gentle post-hippie craft-ism of the middle-class do-gooder. They have shed many of their initial gay-inherited affectations such as outrageousness, vulgarity, and hatred for all mankind.

"Underground comics have grown from their sordid and combative camp-inspired origins into a respectable industry.
