Today's Big Nate reminds me of me. When my local paper dropped Sally Forth I actually cared but didn't know why. I know now that dear old Sally actually became pretty funny. Apparently it was taken over by new creators. Now I have to look at the dreadful Luann every Sunday. We don't even have the dailies which actually tell a story. We get the lousy Sunday edition.
Today's strip makes me shudder. Underneath that baggy, shapeless robe, Gladys is nude. It's a scene I can't unsee. The only way to get rid of it is with a bullet...to the brain.
Anyway, bald jokes are too easy in this strip. I'd make a joke about Brutus actually caring about what type of shampoo he should use. Men don't really care. We'd use dishwashing soap if possible then top it off with Suave Lavender-scented conditioner. But that's just Brian being Brian.
