So, a small college, then. One where the cheerleaders are more like high school cheerleaders. Bombshells, popular girls, great at spirit fingers and pom poms.
In a major university, cheerleaders are basically gymnasts. Petite little tumblers being thrown into the air or flipping around the sidelines. In a large stadium you can’t hear “cheers,” and visually you need more than a girl just waving. Ellie is too tall, and her “assets” too generous to be that sort. Sedine is built more for that sort of cheering.
And then there is pro football, where the cheerleaders are more like exotic dancers. That’s the impact of TV, I’d expect.
Supposedly I’m an “Xennial,” sandwiched comfortably between the end of Gen X and beginning of Millennials. Analog childhood, digital adulthood. We know what it was like to still run around free-range at dusk, and what it was like to ride in the front seat of the car without a seat belt, and the glories of the original NES. We are the anxious and depressed generation, because we know it’s possible to survive without being tethered to our technology 24/7, yet we not only helped develop it, but are beholden to it ourselves. The simplicity of a tech-less childhood grew into a hopeless adulthood.
I saw at some point that Michael didn’t originally see what a lot of readers saw, that Norm and Reine should be together. I have wondered when that changed, and strips like this always make me wonder when exactly he said, “Oh!” Was he building to the endgame by now, or was it still “just friends?”
The horror! Oh, the horror!