Urban Animals: A Comic Field Guide
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Mireille Silcoff
Mireille Silcoff is the founding editor of Guilt & Pleasure Quarterly, a magazine of new Jewish writing and ideas, and is the author of three books about drug and youth culture. She is a lead columnist with Canada's National Post and a frequent contributor to the New York Times Magazine.
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Urban Animals - Mireille Silcoff
PREFACE
He must have been about seventy years old, and he was always at my gym, no matter the hour. He wore disturbingly small Spandex shorts. He was strangely sinewy. He was on a first-name basis with all the trainers. He probably had hair plugs. He was, in no uncertain terms, The Old Guy at the Gym—the type you can find at health clubs across the country. Anyone who has submitted to the tortures of the modern gymnasium has probably seen this specimen. He was notable, just not yet noted.
It was with this character that, in 2003, a weekly illustrated newspaper column featuring these Urban Animals was born. Seeing The Old Guy at the Gym in print wasn’t going to change your life, but something about it was oddly pleasing. There is a certain satisfaction in recognizing something that you never realized you had already recognized—and if you are reading about it in a book or a newspaper, the pleasure is compounded by knowing that someone else has seen it too. It’s the same feeling you get when you hear some random song on the radio and find that somehow you know all the words. If a comic strip can claim something so lofty as a purpose, then that of these Urban Animals is that single second where you go, "Oh, I know someone like that!"
Hippies, yuppies — by the time the column began appearing, those categories felt outdated, and brand-land variants such as early adopters
had fallen into overexposure too. But there were other — in the grand scheme, less major—-animals
that were ripe for tagging. There was that person who was obsessed with his local neighbourhood: The Localist, the authenticity-fixated type hanging out at the Portuguese or Italian or Brazilian café, proud that he seldom leaves a ten-block radius, and equally espiable in Brooklyn as in London’s East End or Montreal’s Mile End. There was also that thirty something dad in the Bad Religion T-shirt, clutching desperately onto his youth, possibly still subscribing to snow-boarding magazines, and expressing a little too much interest in his son’s Star Wars figures. Or the woman who had gone over the top self-diagnosing phantom medical conditions on Google and Medline — a new, and altogether pervasive, kind of urban neurotic.
Luckily for all of us, the talented young newspaper illustrator Kagan McLeod signed on for the project of turning these animals into characters you can see, adding his remarkable wit to my often questionable humor. If Beastie Dad looks like someone you’ve noticed, it is a tribute to Kagan’s knack for knowing exactly what kind of stickers such a type would have peeling off the side of his computer.
Both Kagan and I would like to send a massive rosy bouquet of thanks to Dianna Symonds, who was our first editor at the National Post and gave the column the green light and then saw it through its first year. Also to editors Sheilaugh McEvenue and Sarah Murdoch at the Post for dealing with a sometimes refractive sense of deadline. Thanks as well to Chris Bucci and Doug Pepper at McClelland & Stewart, and to my agent, Ira Silverberg. Also to Michael Kronish, Jonathan Handel, Alana Klein, Rebecca Weinfeld, Jonathan Goldstein, Adam Sternbergh, and Sarmishta Subramanian, whose minds sprung a few of the animals you will find in the following pages.
I would also like to simultaneously express gratitude and apologize to a great number of my friends and my extended family, most pressingly my four parents, who may have found bits of themselves turned into an Urban Animal at one point or another. The day you all decide to get back at me is a day I hope I never see.
And thanks, of course, to the weekly readers of the column, a phenomenally loyal bunch. The hundreds of letters and suggestions you have sent in over the years are constant fuel for Kagan and me. When enjoying this book, please remember that a wicked cackle is what we’ve been going for all along. If said cackle arises, we’ve done our job well. And if you find yourself in here, consider yourself lovingly branded.
— Mireille Silcoff
BEASTIE DAD
AVERAGE AGE: 38
NATURAL HABITAT: Back office, skateboard/snowboard shop
Named his son Paul not after the apostle but after the incredibly awesome and underrated
1989 Beastie Boys album, Paul’s Boutique. Knows he is the raddest dad ever. Not only can he get Xbox games before they come out (an old buddy from the Aspen days is now a designer at Microsoft), but at the skate park Beastie Dad’s still able to pull a Backside Lipslide better than any of the kids. Was once the king of the ramps on the Vans Warped Tour, after all. But then Betty got pregnant, and Beastie Dad injured his hip after downing a bottle of Jägermeister and jumping off the balcony at that Bad Religion concert, so they opened a skateboard/snowboard shop, and, combined with some contract carpentry work, the settled-down-parenthood thing’s turned out pretty cool. Is slightly worried that ten-year-old Paul’s lately been saving allowance money to buy The Most Relaxing Classical Music Album in the World Ever! Volume 2. Also, his son’s depression
over the last episode of Frasier was kind of weird. And what’s up with this "Dad, could you not pick me up from chess club on your longboard stuff all of a sudden? Since Paul got into that Brontosaurus school (
Montessori, Dad"), everything’s changed. Betty says Paul will come around again, and, until snowboard season starts, Beastie Dad will have to go to the skate park without his little buddy. ("Nobody thinks you’re too old, honey. If it makes you feel better, you can say it’s research for the store.")
THE SOCIAL SMOKER
AVERAGE AGE: 35
NATURAL HABITAT: Bar patio
Can’t believe she used to smoke a carton a week in her twenties. Now The Social Smoker can go for days without smoking—really, it’s no trouble at all. The SS only smokes when she is out at night in appropriately drinky situations. Lately she’s been out a lot, not that it’s becoming a problem or anything. Although she did have one Parliament when she was writing that impossible report yesterday afternoon, but that was just for concentration, and she had one when visiting old puffer Aunt Suzie earlier today, but it was more for Aunt Suzie’s sake than anything, and then there was last weekend in New York, but in New York everybody smokes, so it’s not even really like smoking, it’s just when in Rome.
Feels sad for those pathetic addicts hanging outside their offices at lunchtime in the rain—different, of course, from hanging outside bars and restaurants at night. "You meet the most interesting people outside, she says.
It’s like a little private club." Makes a point