To refresh, I recounted a story of how I became obsessed with acquiring financial wealth and independence because of a sign my father had stuck in our fence. And then later I told the tale of how I had always felt like I couldn't get anything I truly wanted because of a dumb horoscope cartoon. In that, I mentioned a third piece of art, a Wallace Wood cartoon for Mad Magazine that forever morphed my taste in women.
I don't know why it did. Perhaps it was as simple as it coming into my life as I was becoming a sexual person. But I do know that it did inform my ideas of pulchritude. Since I'm no longer doing public psychoanalysis, I simply present that cartoon (half of a set, with a male version as well which affected me not in the slightest).
© Mad Magazine, no idea what year
This will probably be the last post here for the rest of all time. So have a good life and know that I am glad you came by and hope this helped you or at least entertained you. Peace.
