I would imagine that Popeye was a really insecure guy. He’s a scrawny sailor with a miserable squint, he dresses in antiquated clothing, and he’s constantly being threatened by a “friend” who wants nothing more than to kidnap and sexually assault his wife. You can eat all the spinach you want, but it’s not going to take away from the fact that this stuff keeps happening. He keeps coming back, and she keeps getting wrapped up in this web of turmoil that’s doing nothing but hurting a family.
Trapped in the middle of this hurricane of a home life is baby Swee Pea. Yes, that’s how it’s spelled. I assume that back when Popeye was invented, his creator ran out of “ink money” before he could finish deciding how to spell the first name. Sure, I could finish it now with my expensive computer typing, but I prefer to honor the traditions set forth by my predecessors. Anyway, I think we all know that this baby has no idea what it’s supposed to be dressed as, and years from now when a 16-year-old This Baby looks at this photo and asks why it’s dressed as a Tapering Sailor, her dad will say “Oh honey, that’s the year our family went as the Popeye Universe,” to which the kid will say “Who’s Popeye?” before retinal scanning it on her Xbox Phone.
Even though this baby may not be recognizable, you better recognize that I’m NEVER NOT COMING FOR YOU, STEXXX. EVEN WHEN I’M ASLEEP AT NIGHT, MY HANDS DO THAT CHOKING MOTION LIKE THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF A DOG RUNNING IN HIS SLEEP. HURTING YOU IS MY INSTINCT.










