Comic books

Growing up, I would go to the grocery store with my Dad and while he went about filling up the cart, I would stand at the rotating comic books display, looking at (and reading) my favorites while deciding which comic I wanted to take home. Hated it when comics jumped from 12¢ to 25¢, had to double my weekly chores, which meant less time reading the comic multiple times through the week.

My favorites were Legion of Super-Heroes, Justice League and Metal Men (DC) or Fantastic Four, Avengers and X-Men (Marvel). Occasionally I would branch out to comics that were with singular heroes – Green Lantern, Iron Man – but for the most part, they were groups of super-heroes.

Maybe it was the group dynamics, maybe it was the diversity of the teams. In nearly all of them, each character had their own issues to deal with beyond the villain of the month. The Legion of Super-Heroes had issues back on their home planets to resolve. The X-Men had personal relationships within the group.

All had issues with the public – those very people they were trying to save from the big bad guy despised them, even feared them – for being different, strange. Some were feared for looking different, some were feared for the very thought that they could take control of the government. No matter how thankful the public was for being saved, the heroes were never truly accepted by the public.