She has given me a way out.
I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.
The satiric ethos of Mad was a much bigger childhood influence.
Partly I resented being perceived as weak because I was a girl.
Even drawing gray hair at all is difficult to render in black and white.
I grew to resent the way my father treated his furniture like children, and his children like furniture.