June 20th, I’m going to have to go to Phantom of the Attic, and I’m pissed. I don’t want to have to buy this.
I’ve never loved DC comics, save the occasional Batman graphic novel. I’ve been a lifelong devotee; some of my earliest childhood memories are watching the X-Men on Fox Kids. When I started buying comics, I bought X-Men comics. My highschool years would have been sadder had they not included Ultimate Colossuses and his naive love for Will & Grace.
But then there was the decimation. I conciouslly resist capitializing “decimation”. The Decimation, as it occured in the aftermath of House of M, was not just a plot point, but rather a sad, irrevocable, simplifying death-blow to America’s only truly diverse team of supes. The initial months of the post-apocalypse looked good—Beast traversed nations looking for a cure at the end of issues suffused with true, human emotions. Then San Francisco and vampires happened. They’ve never recovered, and they never will, without a much-needed retcon. My masochistic great-white-hope is that the Disney buy-out will let that happen. Things need despretately to simplefy. For a while, I wanted to write Marvel comics. Right now, I don’t.
I don’t even want to tell you what’s happened to Northstar in recent years, except to say it wasn’t too long ago he was a murderous zombie.
My initial reaction? Was this a response to the recent headline that someone from DC is coming out? (How long does it take to drum up some cover art?)
I’m pretty much done with this entry. I’m breaking off again without trying too hard to make a full, detailed response. I haven’t once used the word “assimilation”. It always will be, it always has been, I’ve realized, about selling books. I feel a little less bad about pirating now. But I’ll buy this book—for the same reason I look for Alpha Flight #106 (Northstar’s coming out, his lengendary duel with Major Mappleleaf), because any representation is, I suppose, good representation in a media which has denied my existentce for most of its life—until my existence became a a selling point.
Do any kids read comics anymore? I don’t think I’d want my child to read this. A gay marriage means a gay honeymoon, right? We’ll see. I’m not holding my breath. If the bulging bustlines are equivalent to the crotch lines in Marvel Comics, I’m looking forward to a 27” post-marital erection. God forbid.
(And mind you, I want all of this commentary to exclude the prescence of Doop on the cover. Any Doop is good Doop. I am and have always been and will always be pro-Doop. Go Doop. Doop 2012. Yes, Doop.)