Post Content

Mary Worth, 3/19/05

How torn up is Anna about her raging infertility problems? Even when she’s alone in the apartment, she has to switch from speaking aloud to no one in particular to encapsulating her exposition in silent thought balloons when ruminating on her stony insides. Poor Anna! If she can’t even say it to herself, how is she going to tell the fecund baby-making machine that is Dr. Brian?

On the other hand, she may just be worried that he’s got the place bugged. If I were looking for hidden microphones, I’d be checking behind that “starving artist quality at starving artist prices” seaside landscape on the wall there, Anna. The newlyweds seem to be so busy not getting pregnant that they haven’t had time to decorate the place beyond the Motel 6 level.

Post Content

Mary Worth, 3/11/05

Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary: never has your evil plotting been so involved, or so fruitful in human misery. After doing her darndest to push together barren Anna and baby-crazed Dr. Brian, now — now — she’s all “honesty” and “open communication” and what have you. Instead of, you know, a few months ago, when her advice involved surreptitious homewrecking. She’s no doubt besides herself with glee at the trouble that’s about to ensue here. For her sake, we need to hope that Anna doesn’t catch on and strangle her with her own kicky pink cravat.

Look at Dr. Brian’s open, excited expression in panel two: he’s rarin’ to go for another round of baby-making magic! Meanwhile, Anna’s stoic look in panel one shows that she’s grimly resigned to enduring tonight’s fertilization-themed pillow talk from the good doctor.

Post Content

Apartment 3-G, 2/22/05

Mary Worth, 2/22/05

So, you know, one should separate work from play and all that, but, as it turns out, there’s a wireless network I can hook onto from my condo here in Bermuda (thanks “blackfalcon,” whoever you are), and I had already brought my laptop for other reasons, and, well, OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ANNA IS INFERTILE AND MARGO IS INVOLVED IN SOME SORT OF BABY-SELLING SCAM HOLY CRAP! and so I really felt like I should say something.

Of course, Mim could just give her baby to Anna and Dr. Brian — problem solved! Also, maybe it’s just me, but the whole “do ya think one of my virile little sperm successfully fertilized your succulent, feminine egg last night?” discussion doesn’t seem particularly romantic. Or sexy. Or even pleasant. The woman sitting behind them feels the same way, I think.