Damn, this did indeed blow up.
I have work tomorrow, so I don’t have time to go through all 70 responses right now, so I’ll just add a few pointers.
[No, I never owned a cat. I’ve heard all kinds of dissenting opinions of the practice, none which I really can support or fight. Personally I think they’re really cute as long as you don’t get too close, but that’s as far as I can say. I have one younger sister. Here’s what I remember about her: strong-willed, artistically minded (she’s done everything from Latin dance to Opus drawings to comic strips lampooning George HW Bush) unusual tastes in music (she introduced me to Men Without Hats and They Might Be Giants, among others), loves to travel, can’t watch or debate television enough, model student, messy living space but still knows where everything is, bookworm, science lover, and two children, no more, no less. At no point did rampant loathing, bitterness, or terror at each other’s presence ever enter the picture. At the absolute worst we didn’t speak to each other for a while.]
I read Watterson’s take on the true nature of Hobbes; he deliberately left it ambiguous and made it very clear that he’s neither a figment of Hobbes imagination or a doll that magically comes to life. The former was always plainly obvious to me…Calvin would never imagine such a nakedly hostile companion unless he had a massive masochistic streak or some truly messed up psychological issue, neither of which there is any evidence of in the strip. I don’t by the “part of Calvin’s personality” explanation either; Hobbes is far too cold and calculating, he expresses creativity a lot differently, and he lies, constantly. If anything he’s an analogue for Calvin’s dad.
More to the point, knowing that there’s this free-willed, uncontrollable, and extremely malevolent entity who can strike at Calvin at will and without warning, I’ve always been baffled as how we’re supposed to like this arrangement than feel profound pity, or perhaps anger. Keep in mind that the roughhousing and “good-natured” ribbing is completely one sided. Hobbes fires off insults, Hobbes slams Clavin into the pavement, Hobbes gets in Calvin’s way, Hobbes runs up the score on Calvin in football, and Calvin can’t retaliate because he’s afraid he’d get creamed even further or Hobbes nature prevents any kind of payback in the first place.
I don’t buy that it’s not going to do any lasting harm, either. Anyone who follows boxing will tell you that the really nasty health problems aren’t caused by that one big knockout punch, but by hundreds and hundreds of normal punches, month after month, year after year. Taking one NFL’s Greatest Hits blast to the belly may not be serious, but day after day after day, I can’t but help but think that he’s going to get royally messed up down the line…and he can’t or won’t do anything to stop it. Because of “friendship”.
I’ll have a more comprehensive (and hopefully more coherent) response this weekend.