Aaron McGruder in the New Yorker
What to do when someone you admire says something screwed up?
"All the obsession over diamonds...and designer clothes—that just seems female to me."--Aaron McGruder, quoted in a not-so-flattering New Yorker profile
Anyone who visits my website probably has a clue that I love the Boondocks. I followed the strip from the start, but got especially into it after 9/11, when McGruder did consistently brilliant and Pulitzer-worthy work (strips featuring Flagee and Ribbon, Huey calling a terrorism hotline to snitch on Ronald Reagan, the famous Thanksgiving strip).
Which isn't to say I've always agreed with him. As you may recall, I was less than enthused about his whole "find Condoleezza Rice a date" series, and his "Ann Coulter is a man" jokes. And then there's his comments in this week's New Yorker.
(OK, well, I will say this: I'm certainly not going to stop reading the Boondocks, and I still admire his work. But there's no excuse for that kind of crap.)