3/15/2005

Hot Chicks on the Deserted Streets of Toronto

"Tunes, baby!" Kind of an odd thing to say to a sister-in-law who's 15 years your senior, donchathink? But, today's FBoFW -- and presumably the whole week's story arc, since rarely does a FBoFW car trip get wrapped up in less than five or six installments -- is full of awkward moments.

During this exciting drive on what appears to be an abandoned stretch of Yonge Street (gotta give Lynn props for the visual reference to the very cool "Sam the Record Man" outlet on Yonge), April's keen night vision tells her the men in the darkened car next to them (but out of our view) are "checking us out." "Ignore them girlfriend, they're not our style," Dee says, in her best Oprah style, I'm sure. Ignoring the foolishness of yet another attempt by Lynn Johnston to capture the speaking style of today's young people, what exactly is Dee saying? That there are some guys a married mom and her 13-year-old sister-in-law should be picking up -- let's keep looking, shall we?

"Nobody knows you're a mom with two kids an' I'm only 13," April asks. "Right!" exclaims Dee, with an exclamation point -- seemingly giving April the green light to go " roadside." No wonder April thinks Deanna is such a fine person!

"I really needed this," both "ladies" say to themselves. So what's the least likely: A 25-year-old mother getting a charge from driving around with a 13-year-old inlaw; or a teen thinking it's really cool to tool around downtown Toronto with her brother's wife in a station wagon?

Isn't there anyone on the FBoFW studio crew who looks at a "tin-ear" strip like this and says, "Hey, guys, this one just doesn't sound right"?

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  • 9 Comments:

    Anonymous Frenchy said...

    You forgot to mention Dee's very cool use of the French absolutement! Which, I guess, is kinda like being in San Diego and saying "Si si si".

    10:08 AM  
    Blogger Omega said...

    You gotta wonder if the two guys in the unseen "next car" tried to pick them up with an ultra-suave, "Yo, sexy gigs! Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"

    11:05 AM  
    Blogger John Comic said...

    Ummm... you're asking these questions rhetorically for the sake of a laugh, right? I mean, some of them have actual answers, but we're not supposed to give those, are we? [tryin' to learn the ropes here...]

    11:49 AM  
    Blogger Buster Bear said...

    I thought it was just idle boasting but, no, April really does get "the LOOK" from guys other than Dad.

    There must not be much to look at in Toronto.

    3:48 PM  
    Anonymous Wingnuts said...

    This >has< been a kinda creepy continuity for Lynn. One wonders if she just wandered into it by accident and doesn't know how to get out or if she actually knows where she's heading.

    5:55 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Here's my prediction: Another car crash. Isn't that how the love story between Dee and the boy editor began in the first place?

    7:40 PM  
    Anonymous Sourbelly said...

    April really has been thinking about the sex lately, hasn't she? And LJ seems obsessed with girl-on-girl road trips.

    8:00 AM  
    Anonymous April said...

    It's hard not to think about "havin' s" since my BF Beckers went roadside an' all these fine hunks of man meat are givin' me "The Look" (an' not the kind I get from Dad)! An' did you hear that I'm up a bra size?

    I don't wanna be "hands on" like Beckers, 'cause she's gotta bad reputation now, but I don't wanna end up like Liz either. She left that rich dessert on the table an' lives by herself in some fooby place with no mall!

    This whole "love thing" is hard on my head!

    8:51 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Woo-hoo, aren't we two red-hot shits-on-a-stick? Two barely glimpsed losers in the heap next to us, on their way to the Dew Drop Inn to spend their unemployment checks and/or buy a dime bag, are giving us THE LOOK! Aren't we so so lucky? We most certainly wanted, needed, and deserved total strangers giving us THE LOOK. Wheee, we're attractive!

    6:04 AM  

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