In this age of #MeToo of women calling out their sexual abuse at the hands of men in positions of power that they were helpless to refuse, such Woody Allen types are no longer in vogue. Particularly the persistent type that feels entitled to have the object of their desire accept their unwanted advances, having been spoiled by the likes of Steve Urkel who expect their crushes to fall all over their rightful obsessions.
When Animal Crackers started out, it wasn't exactly breaking new ground, but playing on the same tried and true conventions of typical Newspaper comics that would define what little quality it had.
Basically furthering the notion that women were little more than the ultimate trophy prize to reward them for all their struggle they'd work so hard for. Also supporting the myth that these women lusting after these jerky athletes are only looking at the surface, and not appreciating the obvious future catch of these unappreciated nerds with their sensitivity underneath. Nevermind the sheer hypocrisy of their ignoring anyone who'd like them for what they are. "I deserve the hot one!"
Clearly, this could be avoided by just listening to the women in the first place instead of unsuccessfully mindreading what their thoughts and needs are through reductionist media. But that takes effort, and who has the time?
Most cartoon characters have the dint of having some sort of appeal, but Lance has no redeeming qualities. He's a one-note character, and not even a good one.
He puts down Lyle at every opportunity, emasculating him at every turn. He shows no respect for women, save that they're available for easy dates. He's constantly smoking cigars and wears gold chains.
And deny that anything is wrong with them.
... for about one day before shifting attention elsewhere.