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THE BEAT: The First Blast of the Trumpet Against the Monstrous Regiment of Women
Heidi writes in her rebuttal to various rebuttals of Johanna Stokes' column (link is dead right now, but it's over at Comic Book Resources):
I know quite a few couples where the spouse (and it isn't always the wife!) is completely uninterested in comics, and these pairings rarely strike me as being totally compatible. That would go for any choice of avocation, though, really. A race car driver who married a woman who was allergic to the smell of gasoline would have a lot of adjusting to do. Yet such things do happen.
Just want to mention that I'm living proof of that. My wife, whom I adore and dote upon, has no interest in comics. Sure, she read Grendel back when Christine Spar was the lead, and the occasional other book that I'd zealously point in her direction, but it never really took. Of course, she loathes Tom Waits and just about any other music I get really excited about, too.
However, that hasn't prevented her from being supportive in my work (particularly now, when getting into comics seems both easier and more crazy stupid than ever). She might give me a weird look when I come home all worked up about the Seaguy art I bought and how much I paid for it and what a great deal it was, but it doesn't get in the way. Not really.
And The Sandman bored her to tears. Even the EC-stylee horror at the launch of the series.