2010-02-14

A two-panel comic. Main panel: a brown-haired woman in a pink top leans over and embraces a seated, glum-looking man with red flame-like hair in a green shirt, as if consoling him during a breakup. She says: "Hey, come on, baby. It's not that I don't love you per se. It's that nobody ever could love you. I'm just a specific version of the general case. So, ipso facto, I'm not breaking up with you. Reality is." A caption beneath reads: "Man, those logic classes are coming in handy." The joke is that she uses formal logic to reframe dumping him as an impersonal universal truth. Votey (bonus panel): a rough black-and-white close-up of the same woman looking unsure, asking, "Ipso facto is Latin for 'fat ass', right?" — undercutting her supposed logical sophistication.