Man, can’t these people ever control themselves?
Only recently did I learn of the dirty things my animation idol did, and I’ve never been so let down. I feel disgusted, disappointed, and a little angry at myself for admiring him. I guess that last part isn’t entirely fair. It may have been an open secret in world of animation during the nineties, but I never had any interest in the personal relationships of Mr. John Kricfalusi. All I knew was that the guy was making cartoons unlike anything I’d ever seen before, and I was enamored with them. It seems that Mr. K, meanwhile, was enamored with teenaged girls.
When thirteen-year-old Robyn Byrd, an aspiring cartoonist and fan of K’s work, contacted K in 1994, he decided to enter into a long, intimate relationship with her. He spent long conversations with her on the phone and the internet. He visited her at her home and had sex with her. He invited her to intern at Spumco, where he sexually harassed her. Three years later, she was living with him in a sort of R. Kelly situation. Initially, Byrd was starstruck at the attention that K was giving her, but when things got really disgusting, she realized that she had to get as far away from him as she could.
It wasn’t love, of course. K was also working a second girl, Katie Rice, and pulled many the same tricks on her. Unbelievable.
K blames poor impulse control for his behavior, but the slow luring of these girls into his forty-year-old arms smacks of premeditation. It’s not like he accidentally complimented Byrd’s appearance, then slapped a hand over his mouth and put an end to it. No, he made plenty of bad — knowingly bad — decisions, with a clear intention: to impress these girls with his fame, to gain their trust, and then to draw them into sexual relationships.
And at no point did he feel he needed to stop.
It’s the age-old story of successful men thinking they can get away with whatever they want, and damn the lives of everyone else. The egotism of undue worship mixes with base desires, and a warped rationalization develops: “I don’t see why I can’t get away with this.”
The fact is, Mr. K, that I was one of those undue worshippers. You don’t know it, but you taught me almost everything I know about art and animation. Your blog and videos helped me to understand construction, lines of action, color theory, and other principles. I bought the Preston Blair books that you recommended. Now I feel ashamed of myself for lauding you on these pages. How could you do these things? Why didn’t you stop yourself and see a counselor? Is there really no hope for people like you?
You know, I guess I shouldn’t be too shocked at this revelation; no fully healthy mind could have come up with the works that you did, but a lack of creative restraint doesn’t excuse the same in real behavior. You have to control yourself!
I think it’s okay to continue admiring your cartoons, Mr. K. I can distinguish between the work and the maker. I also love the movie Aliens, but despise James Cameron. Your animation and teachings have been very helpful to me. You know your shit, and your style is inimitable. Even so, you hurt a lot of people, and scarred some of them permanently. Fan or not, I must wish that you’d been caught out sooner, and brought to the justice that you deserve.