I’ve never had good hair. Scratch that— Almost never. There were a few years, during my neon-platinum-blonde phase where I looked good in accordance with “metal-chick” standards.
But for most of my life I’ve just had bad hair. It’s a boring color naturally. What they call, “Dishwater Brown”.
Occasionally I do illustrated blog posts in addition to my comics. Some of them are about specific comic strips— like this one, and some of them (see: Mothothers) are not.
What is a mothother?
Besides being a word I just invented?
It’s a mother of others, who behaves in a motherly way towards you even though she is not your mother.