Superheroes

Superheroes are funny old things, been thinking about them lately. Someone finds he has extraordinary powers, so he thinks “I know, I’ll fight crime!”. Would you become a vigilante if you discovered you could fly? I don’t think I would.

The idea of the modern superhero (as opposed to the old style kind like Cuchlainn) seems to carry within it the implication that normal people need (and crave) some kind of protection from the forces of evil that are out to get us, whether these come in the form of “criminals” or intergalactic planet-eaters. Hmmm. The more I think about the institution of superheroes the less I like them