Okay, will everyone please leave my favourite childhood comic books alone.
First we have this article on Tintin in last week's New Yorker (not available online, sorry), where Anthony Lane points to a body of scholarly research (yes, you heard me right, scholarly research) which examines Tintin in the context of Freud, Derrida, Sartre and others, and comes to the conclusion (among others) that "the jewel embedded in the title of 'The Castafiore Emerald' is, in fact, Bianca Castafiore's clitoris." I mean seriously, wtf? 
And then you have this stupid controversy about Asterix being too 'monocultural'. It's enough to make you wish that the sky would fall on our heads.
Seriously, people, grow down!
 You have to hand it to Lane though. Who else could write a sentence like "Jean-Marie Apostolides, who states that the hero of the early stories 'annihilates himself in the absolute' which may be another way of saying that he keeps falling through trapdoors."