I don’t mean to be a roaring feminist, really… but this idea just popped into my head this afternoon. This is largely attributed to the fact that just a few hours ago, my skin was a greenish grey tinge and smeared with the gooiest, most delicious home cooked blood ever. Seriously. All you needed was bread, a blindfold, and you would have gotten insta- dessert. (Pics to follow. Maybe. Belated Happy Happy, Ken!)

Anyway, my lust for brains was cut short later on today, when I stumbled upon this article.

What happened to this poor woman is atrocious, and it twists up my insides when I think about the maniacal cruelty certain countries practice in the name of religious justice. Places where mutilation as a form of judicial punishment is commonplace.

I think she’s still beautiful, despite what they did to her face… but I suppose it was that particular wound that struck a familiar chord in me, having inflicted the very same on my own comick’d zombie women (and men). I have drawn and quartered many a person with my zombie doodling, but I suppose it was seeing the same wounds on an actual victim that got me thinking and shook my cavalier approach to the grotesque from my imagination.

Now, I’m not claiming that the undead specifically target women; death and the “virus”  (mononegavirales- thanks google!) do not discriminate either gender. However, that being said, you’d have to agree though, that there IS a distinct popular preference for slutty zombie women as mindless, sex creeps you can shag and/or shoot.

All I’m saying is, that I don’t think I’ll ever look at a zombie skank the same way again. The same way I don’t think I’ll ever be able to casually maim my doodles, (whether their humanity is intact or not) the same way either.