The Islamic Republic of Cathy
To quote the noseless wonder herself, "AACK!" I realize, of course, that Cathy's whole personality -- the simultaneous self-absorption and INSANELY low self esteem -- is meant to be off-putting. Isn't it? We aren't supposed to like her or "identify" with her, are we? I like how Cathy is the funnies' representative of a single (until recently) career gal -- diet-obsessed, looks-obsessed, bat shit crazy. That's how all the career gals are, I tell ya!
If you haven't been following, Irving is looking into ways to help out around the house, but everything he offers to do, Cathy shuts him down. In this case, she shuts down his efforts to do the laundry because he may see her clothes size. And I say, "Cathy, you fucking loony toon, what the HELL is wrong with you?"
When someone offers to do a chore for you, you TAKE THEM UP ON THEIR OFFER. Only excuse not to: it is a chore you are particularly OCD about, and you know they won't do it up to your standards. Unacceptable excuse: they MAY find out what size your clothes are.
NOTE TO CATHY: HE KNOWS WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. Presumably, he even sees you naked. He has two eyes, and you are right there in front of his goofy face. Plus, he's a guy. Cathy -- they have different sizes than we do! OK, he can probably figure out that a 2 is small, but even if your clothes are a 22 . . . he probably would think that is your waist size. That's how men do it! And even if he did know how women's sizes worked, are you to believe that he would know that, say, a 6 was pretty darn good, but a 26 might could use some work? (and no offense meant to the 26s out there. See, I'm a woman for crying out loud, and I'm not even quite sure what size it is that should take me aback).
And let me reiterate: HE SEES YOU EVERY DAY. Gah! OK, so this joke could perhaps be acceptable if Cathy and Irving lived under a Taliban regime. She'd always have that head-to-toe burqa, and so getting a glimpse of her clothes size might be the only way to know her true size. That's assuming a Taliban guy would a) know jack shit about women's clothes sizes and b) volunteer to do the laundry. Duh.
And not to downplay or mock the life of women under that regime; it is absolutely hideous and abhorrent. But! Come on, don't you think Cathy would be happier living under the Taliban? She wouldn't have to worry about her looks, definitely wouldn't have to go through the bathing suit buying trauma, and basically she could never leave the house without Irving. I don't see Irving making it as a Taliban, though.
THESE are the cartoons I need to be protesting. Give me a freaking break, Cathy. Grow up and get a pair.