Liana Finck’s first graphic novel, A Bintel Brief, was published by Ecco Press. Her cartoons and comics appear in The New Yorker, The Toast, The Forward, and Lilith Magazine.
19 Comments
ramina+24
oh these hit me right in the feels today
Ronit+15
oh my god, number 6 is amazing.
deleted7410012+36
hahahaugh the travelogue.
samburgers+46
oh no the compartmentalization one gave me such a sad
marillenbaum+26
I wish I could compartmentalize better! It’s my last day at my job (I leave in TWENTY MINUTES!) and now I’m freaked out about money/not having health insurance for the summer/moving/probiotics?/starting my internship/getting a tattoo. Not all of these issues are connected, but pull on any one thread, and the whole anxiety bezoar comes following after.
dancingcorvid+15
A+ use of bezoar in a sentence.
lavaloving+22
Ouch, the compartmentalization one. That hit a little too close to home. Especially when feelings of inadequacy of the size of the ‘me’ box come into play.
Man I wish I had a Nothing box. Sounds peaceful and relaxing.
marillenbaum+5
I love this a lot. And it hit me close to home, too.
mooocheller+11
Having too many feelings re: maybe this time!?
callitclark+20
“Maybe this time” is literally my whole life.
nicolescchung+25
also a great song from Cabaret.
Nikki
also a great song from Cabaret.
aintnothingtoit+7
These are delightful. I love the last one!
The Elitist Semicolon
…yep.
Megano!+9
That first comic is exactly why I mostly shop online now.
Pola_Negroni+17
I’ve been thinking about the compartmentalizing one all afternoon, and it me. I’m the one with the tidy friend drawers and my mostly-former-but-I’m-afraid-to-really-call-it-by-its-name best friend of 20 years is the other. My drawers could’ve stood to be a little messier and she could’ve probably left out my own exciting (often sexual) adventures that comprised 70% of her annual Christmas letter she sent to a hundred people without my knowledge or permission.
truffleuffagus+7
WHAT
Pola_Negroni+3
It was…not great. I think the original intent was a sort of satire of those typical braggy Christmas letters where she made up all sorts of stuff and she wanted to include some winky inside jokes that only I’d get, but it drastically missed the mark and came across as a deeply uncomfortable combination of self-insert fanfic and dog-whistle slutshaming.
oh these hit me right in the feels today
oh my god, number 6 is amazing.
hahahaugh the travelogue.
oh no the compartmentalization one gave me such a sad
I wish I could compartmentalize better! It’s my last day at my job (I leave in TWENTY MINUTES!) and now I’m freaked out about money/not having health insurance for the summer/moving/probiotics?/starting my internship/getting a tattoo. Not all of these issues are connected, but pull on any one thread, and the whole anxiety bezoar comes following after.
A+ use of bezoar in a sentence.
Ouch, the compartmentalization one. That hit a little too close to home. Especially when feelings of inadequacy of the size of the ‘me’ box come into play.
To try to inject some levity into my sudden crushed mood, I’m watching this again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjnLLw5BTmc
Man I wish I had a Nothing box. Sounds peaceful and relaxing.
I love this a lot. And it hit me close to home, too.
Having too many feelings re: maybe this time!?
“Maybe this time” is literally my whole life.
also a great song from Cabaret.
also a great song from Cabaret.
These are delightful. I love the last one!
…yep.
That first comic is exactly why I mostly shop online now.
I’ve been thinking about the compartmentalizing one all afternoon, and it me. I’m the one with the tidy friend drawers and my mostly-former-but-I’m-afraid-to-really-call-it-by-its-name best friend of 20 years is the other. My drawers could’ve stood to be a little messier and she could’ve probably left out my own exciting (often sexual) adventures that comprised 70% of her annual Christmas letter she sent to a hundred people without my knowledge or permission.
WHAT
It was…not great. I think the original intent was a sort of satire of those typical braggy Christmas letters where she made up all sorts of stuff and she wanted to include some winky inside jokes that only I’d get, but it drastically missed the mark and came across as a deeply uncomfortable combination of self-insert fanfic and dog-whistle slutshaming.