This one got quickly worked up from the pages of a sketchbook, so no preliminary doodles as usual. And aside from the last-minute, on-the-fly additional elements in the published panel as contrasted against the penciled version, no process pieces either.
I drew it out of exasperation at all the predictable platitudes expressed on Father's Day. It bookends quite nicely with a previously expressed perspective on this largely undeserved adulation, which after the passing of my own father, becomes increasingly more of a frustratingly sore point. And since I'm uninsured, this is cheaper than therapy.
I've never understood congratulating someone for getting pregnant. It's like congratulating someone for having a bug hit their windshield. And the male contribution is merely to launch the swarm of bugs, one of which hits the windshield. That being said, Father's Day is really for the guys who do stick around and take up a significant share of the parenting load. It's not for the squirt-and-run dudes who might later make a big time about being someone's father, but really contributed nothing more than coincidental DNA.
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