Check out this review of “Anything That Loves” on Feministing.com. They brought up some interesting points about the book and seemed to really like it. Their review is also the first I’ve seen to notice or mention my semi-snottiness:
In Sam Saturday’s piece, he offers his own subtle critique of the anthology. The comic’s protagonist, seated streetside, holds a cardboard sign that says “Will Anything That Loves For Food,” with the accompanying speech bubble, “Hey I’ll suck your cock for twenty bucks!” By radically de-contextualizing the anthology’s feel-good title, Saturday highlights the rift between sexual self-discovery and sex work and points to a wider class-bias in the text.
I was really just trying to say I’m broke and am willing to write self-effacing autobiographical comics for food, but I’ll take their more thought-provoking analysis any day! Heeheehee…