I Won't Tell You Again! Don't Look

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

When ["wonder Woman" Creator William Moulton] Marston Died In 1947, They Got Rid Of The Pervy Elements, And Instantly Sales Plummeted. Wonder Woman Should Be The Most Sexually Attractive, Intelligent, Potent Woman You Can Imagine. Instead She Became This Weird Cross Between The Virgin Mary And Mary Tyler Moore That Didn't Even Appeal To Girls.

Adults...struggle Desperately With Fiction, Demanding Constantly That It Conform To The Rules Of Everyday Life. Adults Foolishly Demand To Know How Superman Can Possibly Fly, Or How Batman Can Possibly Run A Multibillion-dollar Business Empire During The Day And Fight Crime At Night, When The Answer Is Obvious Even To The Smallest Child: Because It's Not Real.

Because It All Derived From Superman. I Mean, I Love All The Characters, But Superman Is Just This Perfect Human Pop-culture Distillation Of A Really Basic Idea. He's A Good Guy. He Loves Us. He Will Not Stop In Defending Us. How Beautiful Is That? He's Like A Sci-fi Jesus. He'll Never Let You Down. And Only In Fiction Can That Guy Actually Exist, Because Real Guys Will Always Let You Down One Way Or Another. We Actually Made Up An Idea That Beautiful. That's Just Cool To Me. We Made A Little Paper Universe Where All Of The Above Is True.

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.