When I was footloose, fancy free or as my mom used to say, “Young and in my youth” I used to make copies and keep bits and pieces of paper that “spoke” to me, touched my heart, hit me as socially vital, or just gave me a belly laugh. I’m STILL unpacking boxes and coming across papers galore, so I am going to post this.
“Mad Magazine” was a part of my formative years. According to Wikipedia it was, “Launched as a comic book before it became a magazine, it was widely imitated and influential, impacting not only satirical media but the entire cultural landscape of the 20th century.” All I know is that it was the strangest magazine I ever read.
(Satire – strong on irony or sarcasm, it is usually meant to be funny, using wit as a weapon, wherein satire, vices, follies, abuses, and shortcomings are held up to ridicule, ideally with the intent of shaming individuals, and society itself, into improvement.)
Yeah, ok. Sure. Back when I copied this sometime in 1970-71, it was inspired by a 1970s series of Geritol commercials in which a man boasts of his wife’s seemingly limitless energy and her many accomplishments, then concludes by saying “My wife…I think I’ll keep her.” I HATED LOATHED DESPISED those condescending commercials. This spoke of truth to me. I was all about truth back then: