Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for November 24, 2019

If I had ever tried that I would have been sleeping in the guest room. Or more likely in the basement

I wouldn’t argue against the thesis that super-heroes make bad spouses and worse parents. Regular everyday-joe heroes, though, don’t get addicted to the idea, so they do what’s needed, once, when they happen to be where something needs doing, then they blush and claim that they’re not special, anybody would have done it, and go back to being the person they always were.

The wife is the real superhero and she has not costume.

Is that Domestic-Man or Domesticated-Man?

And yet, humans would have no world without everyday people. Oddly, we could have a world without narcissistic asshats that think the world revolves around them.

The Unsung Hero

Domestic Man should have never gotten himself married.

When I saw the cartoon I was going to post, “The comments here could go in so many different directions…” but I see they already have.

Where can I get that signal? He can come and do my ironing.

Domestic Man was and is always a hero!!

Gulp! Enough already! No one cares…..

Probably within the male ego – even that of a super schlump or booze-sodden derelict – being some kind of super hero is fancied.

But he was a hero to his kids.

Because Masculinity is primitive.

It’s sad when a man becomes domesticated.

Oxitocin conquers testosterone. Details at 6:00.

Duh

I suppose this is why most Super Heros don’t have kids.

Even Wiley Miller can produce a below standard Sunday.

But he lived a long and happily married life, which is no mean accomplishment itself.

" and put the toilet seat down "

Good thing that with that tight costume there’s no room for balls.

“Domestic”-man? or “Domesticated”-man?

if he’s living in a house like that with a family we assume he has a day job. how does he get buy with only a couple of hours sleep before having to handle the mcpherson account?

When I saw the “D”, I was hoping it would be Obvious Man. But his costume spells “Duh!”

Domesticated Man?

Domesticated Man?

You know, if the cooking, cleaning or other domestic tasks get done around here, I’m gonna be the one to do them. The cats aren’t going to, certainly. Yet I would be the ‘undomesticated’ man that has been likened to drunken frat boys rednecks.

Guess there’s a reason for my choosing not to co-habitate.

Bruce Wayne was a millionaire, so I’m sure he never spent his OWN nights waiting up, eyeballing the sky to see if Commissioner Gordon had lit up the bat-signal. He’d have people for that. Of course, if he was only summoned by night (and only cloudy nights at that), I suppose he could afford to sleep in all day.

I’m sure his wife will think he’s a superhero if he does his fair share around the house.

I bet his kids think he’s super!

Domestic Man stands ready to vacuum up violence, scour the streets of crime and mop up the mob.

Lends new meaning to “giving her the D”, huh?