I have an uncle who reads The New Yorker and an aunt with a little framing studio in her basement—together they are an effective team, and they know me well. I just received a second wine cartoon; I now have an official collection! Don’t miss the first one here: Sacrilege!.
This particular cartoon addresses an important topic: wine writer suffering. Historically, writers have been an afflicted lot: emotional baggage, eccentricity, mental illness, substance abuse, insomnia, antisocial tendencies, reclusiveness, mommy issues, daddy issues, and of course, writer’s block. Scary stuff. Wine writers have an additional conundrum, though: I noticed many encounter conflict when the desire to be read by the masses clashes with an inclination to remain elitist and secretive, and generally hate the masses. Hmm. Will there ever be peace.