Between his mother, sister, and live-in girlfriend, Buddy Bradley finds his all-American he-male chi drowning in a sea of nagging girly-girly estrogen and sets out to establish himself some man-sized boundaries. So starts BUDDY'S GOT THREE MOMS!, the penultimate volume of Peter Bagge's HATE.
Buddy's had enough of the women in his life pushing him around, by god, and so he leaps into action. And whether that means he's sneaking his infirm Dad out for some beer, dividing the back patio into a man-friendly, Munsters-esque barbecue zone, or cajoling his girlfriend Lisa into therapy which, in its own way, precipitates her leaving him, the bottom line is anytime Buddy leaps into any sort of action, he's just gonna fuck things up. He's gonna fuck things up bad. So, you know, bad for Buddy but good for you, dear reader.
Because, well, HATE is really about Buddy suffering, and us enjoying the hell out of it. The worse it gets for Buddy - and, man, it gets pretty bad - the better it is to read. The more off the rails everything goes the funnier and truer the book becomes, be it his family, his job, or his love life... the more spectacular the trainwreck, the better. And this one's like a trainwreck with, like, three trains and a bus that stalls out on the tracks that's heading home from the Special Olympics bad.
There are people who think that when HATE went color - which it did in volume 4 - and left Seattle, that HATE did not keep it real. These people are idiots, and you should ignore them. If hyperkinetic post-grunge googly-armed schadenfreude comics are your cup of tea (or bottle of beer, as it were), then HATE is, was, and always will be the best that's ever been.
Matt Fraction splits his time between motion graphics and design house MK12, writing comics, and reading comics. He is the author of the graphic novels The Annotated Mantooth and Last of the Independents, both available from AiT/Planet Lar. He can be found on the web at mattfraction.com. His wife is hot.