Ok, 2010 Earth, we get it — we all love Betty White. Everyone loves Betty White. We used to love her, we still love her, we love her when she makes cameos, we love her when she hosts SNL, we love her when she swears, we love her when she pokes fun at herself — the lovelist goes on and on.
That said, does the world really need a Betty White graphic novel?
The sudden overwhelming deluge of Betty White support over the past year has been universally enjoyable, but the longer it’s gone on, with everyone internet-wide constantly making a deliberate effort to proclaim superlative love for the veteran actress over and over again, the more it’s bordered on sounding patronizing towards her. I’m not doubting peoples’ enthusiasm for Betty White, and I certainly share it, but at this point, it’s almost as if people are just fashionably professing their Betty White fandom in order to seem impressively open-minded by loving a humble veteran actress instead of something trendy (creating, ironically, its own trend).
I’m not actually mad at the Betty White comic book — celebrity comic books certainly aren’t unprecedented — but it’s the latest installment in an ongoing fad that’s veering from genuine support into the realm of trendy condescension. When we organically appreciate someone, we don’t need to constantly be yelling about how awesome that person is. We know Betty White is great, internet – let’s relax.
That random rant out of the way, three more pages from the Betty White graphic novel — the Betty White graphic novel — are after the jump:
