Maxima doesn’t like words like slut and whore because they’re less descriptive than they are judgmental. Also she hates there’s nothing equivalent for men.

“If you ever need proof of the non-egalitarian nature of society…” she starts as everyone eyes the exit.

She’s not a fan of slut shaming even if some women act in ways she thinks reflects poorly on her gender as whole. But man, sometimes you’ve just got to call a spade a spade. In those situations she prefers slightly more comical adjectives like floozie and trollop. Anyway, “Colossal Space Floozie” makes me laugh every time I read it.

As I was drawing it, it occurred to me that this is as close to a skintight superhero outfit that Max is likely to ever get in to, barring some sort of skintight clothing ray, or a situation where the only clothes available are from Dabbler’s suitcase. Who knows, maybe it’ll happen one day.

Almost forgot to post this page. I was heading to bed when I remembered it was Wednesday evening. After A-kon I actually caught a case of con crud, which has never happened before. It was pretty mild, but enough to zone me out for a day or two, and my wife is out of town, so totally lost track of what day of the week it was. But I’m over it more or less. Hopefully I can get to the gym today. Mysteriously, there’s little else in the world that motivates me to work out more than attending a comic convention.

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