Why I care about a fictitious L.A. fashion blogger
with mucous problems.
Hello everyone. Before I begin ranting and rambling about comics, let me start with a tangent and talk about Giovanni Ribisi. Saving Private Ryan, Lost in Translation, and Ted. Those are just three of the films in his filmography. He’s wonderful and got involved with Seth MacFarlane so now all of the weird things that him and Seth Green do will probably have him in it. I’m no George Clooney and neither is he, so I’m just glad non-Clooney’s are getting great roles.
Back to comics.
Snotgirl. The story of an L.A. (Los Angeles for those that are confused) fashion blogger named Lottie Person who is at times so into herself that she becomes a self absorbed Ouroboros. I originally started it because Bryan Lee O’Malley (of Scott Pilgrim fame) was the writer. I thoroughly enjoyed what he did as far as making a comic involving all of the nerdy things I love: video games, anime, music (you know, normal nerd shit). He did this while combining a great story with fun panel layout and unique things to put in the trenches, like the chords for the first Sex Bob-omb song so readers can sing along. Needless to say, once I heard he had a new project coming up that looked as vibrant and bright as every Scott Pilgrim cover, I was interested.
*Spoiler alert* I’m going delve into the first issue.
If you haven’t read it yet you have been warned.
The first five issues set up the strange and narcissistic life of Lottie as we see the various friends and associates that she interacts with in her life. While she seems completely on top of her game, Lottie also has horrible allergy problems that result in snot as green as her hair flowing out of her nose like syrup out of a bottle. She labels all of the people she interacts with names like “Cutegirl” and “Normgirl” and addresses them as such. She is constantly prepping and preparing to maintain this appearance as “Lottie." She meets a fellow female fashion blogger named Caroline (aka “Cool Girl”).
After a doctor's appointment for new medication she and her new friend go out to the club for, you know, going out to the club things. While drinking we learn that Lottie, at almost 26 years old, has only kissed one person. Lottie sees her ex and has a sudden mucous attack, shortly after which she is “consoled” by Caroline. After a bunch of inner dialogue and moderate advice from Caroline, she gives Lottie a nickname that is as creative as it is painful.
"Snottie." The panel blacks out and we see Caroline lying in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor. The issue ends on Lottie saying “I really wanted us to be friends."
A complete deviation from the romantic nature of Scott Pilgrim and my normal reading habits drew me to this new microcosm of this one person in L.A. My biggest beef reading it was every other issue I wanted to stop reading it. It is a consistent single followed up by a home run every issue. The second set of issues just came out and so far it’s been great from the first page. I can’t wait to continue this story and I hope my ramblings got you mildly interested.