One of my depression mean drawings when I was a bit (a lot) a misogynistic pig (as they say). I was living in a shady neighborhood, mostly welfare people, on the welfare myself at the time. It was noisy, smelly and for the neighborhood women two attributes (not to mention excessive body fat) were obligatory: the beer bottle and the bloody cigarette. And the kids were not a lot better most of them, mean, fresh and extremely noisy. I was myself kind of a dark character, with a wild beard, crazy eyes (but no beer and no cigarette)…Slowly, I moved out from depression, from the shady neighborhood, I trimmed my beard and de-crazied the eyes… Drawing little mean drawings like this one kept me from the cuckoo nest and when I got over my mid-life crisis and depression I got over also over my misogynistic tendencies. I start loving women again, even their excessive body fat (which I have some myself) as I always did. Not a very flattering story, eh?