I have a massively dorky confession to make.
I love superheroes.
Masks, capes (no capes!), secret identities, saving kittens from trees and stopping intergalactic plots of evil, all of it. I love them like a loving thing that knows no boundaries. Spouse and I spend hours talking about the role of the hero, the sidekick, and the villain in comic books, and I totally go to all the comic book movies (I haven’t see Captain America yet, but OH I WANT TO GOOOOOO). Anti-heroes, reluctant heroes, conflicted ones and dedicated ones, super heroes are the product of the time each one if conceived in, a way to combat the fears of a generation (nuclear war, overwhelming crime, a desperate need for nationalism).
I could, quite possibly, write an entire book on just how important and telling superheroes are to our collective psyche. That is how much I love them.
So, yeah, I’d say it’s safe to say that superheroes among my favorites. One in particular…
My mom tells the story of how when she was pregnant with me, she went to see Superman in the theater. She says that was the first time she ever felt me kick, and I didn’t hold still for the entire movie. Something about me being a royal pain from the very beginning.
I like to say that just goes to show I was enjoying the film.
But in all seriousness, my favorite hero, my greatest weakness, has always been Superman. He’s the ultimate altruist, a hero that always gets there in time, and who doesn’t (usually) begrudge the people who need him the relatively minor sacrifice of a life his own. He puts his life on the line time and again, not because he’s paid to or out of vengeance, or any kind of personal motive… he just does it because it’s the right thing to do.
When I was a kid, I totally wanted Superman to be my big brother. I kind of still do.
I mean, I could geek out about archetypes and the hero’s journey, but that wouldn’t be the real reason I picked this as my “favorites” blog topic. Really, I just love Superman. 😉
So what about you all? Do you like superheroes? Do you have a secret stash of comic books somewhere? Who’s your favorite?
Elizabeth Silver is still waiting for Superman to drop by one evening and tell her that she’s his long-lost sister. In the meantime, she keeps herself occupied by writing about superhuman sexual acts and spending far too much time on Twitter. Her mutant powers include the ability to make the biggest, meanest dog in the room regress to puppyhood, finding smut where the rest of the world only sees rainbows, and wielding a wicked red pen with nothing but the power of her mind and the Chicago Manual of Style.