I haven’t yet seen Batman V. Superman. And I may never choose not to. I’m not really “up” on all the comics – DC or Marvel – doesn’t really matter to me (much to the chagrin of my comic-con-fan husband). Oh, sure, I love a great stor
y, and if an alien with a cape or a hotty with a hammer or a babe with an invisible plane happen to be characters in a story that’s not only fantastical and fun, but that also goes deeper than the colorful curve- and bulge-hugging spandex they wear, then I’m all in.
But not being “up” on those superhero stories doesn’t mean I’m not “on board” with the whole superhero concept. Quite the contrary, I’m all for it. I think everyone should not only have their own superhero, but they should be their own superhero. And that’s why I’m writing this post.
