my friend told me about how some scientists believe that instead of the Big Bang, the universe was created by the collapse of a four dimensional...
*reblogs that post from someone else because I don’t like you*
Because it’s completely, absolutely normal.
It’s normal because society is artificial. It’s all made the fuck up.
We’re all just dropped into this Game that people before us and with us are inventing as they go. Making up rules that don’t always make any sense and goals that don’t really mean much.
You need “money” points to win.
To earn “money” points, you gotta get a job.
No, not that job.
Bonus for having “luxury” collectibles.
If you don’t have enough “money” points, you don’t eat.
DC Comics has handed the keys to the “Champion of the Oppressed” to a guy who has dedicated himself to oppress me, and my partner, and millions of people like us. It represents a fundamental misread of who the character is, and what he means.
It is dispiriting. It is wearying. It is also, finally, not for me.
One of the other nicknames that accrued to Superman right away – that predates “Man of Steel” by a good amount – is “The Man of Tomorrow.” And much of his early iconography bears a distinctive Socio-Realist, Diego Rivera vibe: a lot of burnished golden sunrises, eyes raised to the horizon, gazing into the future.
Because that’s where he lives, Superman. And that’s what he says to us: We can do better. We can be better, to ourselves, and to each other.
Hey, DC Comics? Be better.