Kid just asked for a “Prince Valiant” at the haircut place and the stylist didn’t know what that was. Or they pretended not to because they’re AFRAID OF THAT LEVEL OF STYLE.
My dad has expressed genuine regret to me that he’s not two ticks further over on the Kinsey scale because he could’ve mopped up (I’ve seen the photos, confirmed)
If young people today don't know what a Prince Valiant cut is, they need to be taught the history.
I will go door to door with one of those giant Fantagraphics volumes, telling them the good news about God's favorite murderer.