Sep 10, 2025
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the og misandrist
Some of my favorite cartoon teachers 🥰
I swear Madam Satan is just a gayer, more badass version of Ms Barch from Daria. I can totally picture her in class going “now explain why the constellation Orion carries around a sword in order to feel like a man,”
so i just did a thing
Alright I said I was going to try to write a little (crossover) interaction of Ms. Barch and Mrs. Krabappel so here it is. I really was just trying to get back into writing by trying this so it's probably not amazing, but I feel better for having wrote SOMETHING.
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“Well, Mrs. Krabappel, it was nice of you to invite me to have a drink with you. None of my friends ever ask me to go out. They are all either married or nonexistent.”
“Amen to that. But please, call me Edna.”
“Alright, then you can call me Janet.”
“Well, Janet, what’s it like teaching high school? It’s gotta be better than teaching a bunch of dead eyed fourth graders. Ha!”
“Well, no. Once they’re in high school, they are dead eyed and smart asses.”
The women both laughed.
“Especially the boys,” Janet continued.
Edna laughed a little, only to find herself listening to Ms. Barch go off on a rant.
“Whether they’re teenage boys or middle aged men, they’re all lying, miserable bastards! I won’t be satisfied until every last one of them are in their graves!”
Edna shifted a little uncomfortably in her seat. “You wouldn’t kill, would you?”
“Probably not. I haven’t quite mastered voodoo, so I will settle for a good kick in their crotch now and then. . . The satisfaction never lasts, though.”
“Surely there’s at least one good man out there for everyone.”
“Well, I don’t see you with your prince charming!”
“You’re right. . . It’s getting a bit hopeless. Ha, I even tried being with a woman once. Can you believe it?”
Ms. Barch shrugged. “It’s not an awful idea. I’m guessing it didn’t work out?” she smirked a little.
“No,” Edna sighed. “I’m still hung up on wanting a man, despite how awful they are. Whether they’re running off with your marriage counselor or being a complete mama’s boy, they’re never any good.”
“After years of working your ass off cooking for them and cleaning for them, they just run off with some tiny-waisted bimbo! Like we’re no longer good enough for them.”
“Never good enough,” Edna sighed.
“No, no—none of that!” Janet shook her head. “To Hell with that notion. It’s them who aren’t good enough for us! We don’t need lying, cheating, miserable men in our lives!”
“You know what? You’re right! To Hell with men.” Edna knew she wouldn’t really be able to let go of the need for a man, but it sounded good to say that, anyway.
“That’s the spirit! How about another drink?”
“I can never say no to a drink. Ha!”