I was thinking about superheroes as I left one shop visit and headed to the office today… and wondering what our favorite superheroes mean about us.
I Googled “what does my favorite superhero mean about me?” and various other similar phrases, and didn’t find the kind of typical internet run-down that I expected to pop up. What I did find was that link to Cosmopolitan.com.
At first, I was offended. ”Cosmo — I don’t give a sh*t what his favorite superhero is… there is no him, it’s just me.”
When I was a kid, I wanted to be the Incredible Hulk, until at some point I realized that wasn’t exactly a socially acceptable goal for a nice young lady and switched over to admiring the Lynda Carter version of Wonder Woman. To this day, I have a soft spot for both characters.
That’s my business card case.
And then, I thought a little bit more about my relationships and the progression of my life and realized… perhaps I can’t just brush away Cosmo’s analysis, perfunctory as it is.
Perhaps there is something to be learned here… a little lesson sent from the nine-year-old Sara to me now. A lesson about power, anger, allure, strength, fashion, gender polarity, and … um … hand to hand combat and sunspots and gamma rays.
And now, it occurs to me, perhaps a little Halloween shopping is in order…