An Antidote to the Practice of Reviewing

I've been looking around on the excellent Rumpus alternative comics site today.

A critique of centipedes by an author/artist called Ted Wilson made me laugh out loud.

For any professional arts reviewer who occasionally suffers a moment or two of surreal angst about what it is they're doing for a living (admit it, we all do) then "Ted Wilson Reviews the World" provides the perfect tonic / reality check.

Centipedes as a species only get two out of five stars in Mr. Wilson's astute review, which begins:

"Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing centipedes."

He really doesn't have anything good to say about this insect:

"There have never been any famous centipedes, in history or in fiction. I attribute this to the fact that centipedes are gross...I think some people in really poor countries eat centipedes, but because they’re poor, not because they like them."

I will certainly be checking in with the critic next week when he applies his laser-like power of insight to a review of OshKosh B-Gosh.