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2013-10-23

Original: 2013-10-23 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Transcript

Panel 1:
Woman (lying in bed beside a man): I feel like I'm a passionate person who reaches her own conclusions.

Panel 2:
Woman: But, then I realize that a more collection of specific views, the arrangement of which would not be held by anyone who died more than 50 years ago.

Panel 3:
Man (with flame-like orange hair): Do we name our own hangups, or are they just living in the imaginations of dead men?

Panel 4:
Woman (now sitting up, hands raised): What if I only have my view of human nature because my views occurred to Jean-Jacques Rousseau and turned out to be catchy? What if I should I come through my connections to remove everything he said first?

Panel 5:
Woman: In his confession book, Rousseau said he found spanking profoundly erotic.

Panel 6:
(A dark panel showing only shadowy black-and-white shapes.)

Panel 7:
Woman (small, looking up): Look, I came to that conclusion on my own.
Man: Can we change topics now?

Votey:
The man with flame-like orange hair and a beard, glaring directly forward.
Man: Look it up.

Alt text

A six-panel comic showing a man with flame-like orange hair and a woman lying together in bed at night. Over several panels the woman muses anxiously that she likes to think she's a passionate, independent thinker, but worries her specific views are just a borrowed arrangement of ideas no one alive would still hold. She frets that her view of human nature might only exist because the philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau happened to think of it first, and that she'd have to purge everything he said to truly own her own conclusions. She then notes that Rousseau, in his confessions, admitted he found spanking profoundly erotic. A panel goes nearly black with shadowy shapes, implying the topic has drifted somewhere uncomfortable. In the final panel she sheepishly insists 'Look, I came to that conclusion on my own,' and the man flatly asks, 'Can we change topics now?' In the votey aftercomic, a close-up of the orange-haired bearded man glaring straight ahead, deadpan, saying 'Look it up.'

Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.