I really, really dislike the blatant sexism the whole way through the comic. Michonne turns out to disappoint at the end. She's survived, it's what she does. Personally, I couldn't be like her, though. That stuff is never good, but it will probably be explained away by the author as a woman's 'basic instinct for survival' to spring on the nearest, strongest male for survival. Which is what I think was going on with Tyreese. Donna's words in the first comics about the men 'taking away our(women's) right to vote' prove prophetic. Which I extremely dislike. I also disliked Rick's onset of dementia later in the series. Seriously? The guy's gonna go that long before he snaps??? Really? If he had snapped it would've been sometime at the beginning and then he would've come to grips with the reality of the situation(as would they all) after almost a year with the dead walking around. It makes me wonder what real life, gritty experience the author has actually had. People are remarkable creatures in their ability to adapt. He seems to forget that, sometimes.

I find it extremely hard to believe that the women would all turn into meek little wusses who just want men to protect them. It makes me want to say that the author has some self esteem issues, at the very least. And some very odd views of what a women's role would be in such a situation.

The storyline, lately, is confusing me. And a LOVED what Michonne did to the Governor, but you'll read about that later. I know exactly what she did with that spoon. Bout the only damn thing they get right in the series. Rick does do some horrifically bad things, but he always does them for the right reasons. Plus, they're things that, honestly, I could see myself doing in his place.

All in all it is an enjoyable read if you ignore the sexism it's saturated with.But I do live in the South, so I'm used to ignoring or blowing off ignorant things that some men think are 'Truth'(like evo-psych). Truth be told it would be *ME* out there with a sledgehammer, quarter staff, whathaveyou bashing zombie brains to pulp, not my husband.