Calm down! The strip is supposed to be humorous. And yes, there’s quite a few female artists there to which you can play a drinking game with.
Drink once when you hear “femininity.”
Drink once when you hear “sexuality.”
Drink twice if you spot an odd fashion accessory.
Drink twice if she makes art which involve her self-portraits.
Drink thrice if the images she incorporates are nudes of herself.
Drink thrice if she uses the word “goddess.”
Finish the drink if the artist gets nude during her performance.
Maybe I’m a really bad artist. I’m not sure. But I find that female artists can afford to be “bad” artists far longer than men because people (men) will pay attention to them far longer and encourage them more. Male artists command less patience for their bullshit. And that’s the key: patience. People will be more patient when women make art and talk about femininity, sexuality, etc. But when a man does it, coupled with mediocre art, people will just tune out and move right along.
And no, I don’t hate women nor do I dislike female artists. There’s quite a few female artists that I admire. (The “I have black friends” defense!) It’s just that now and then, what I see on the wall and what I hear from the artist get downright predictable.