My culture is one of American idols. By that I mean Americans are prone to having heroes. Just look at the resurgence of the Marvel and DC franchises on the silver screen, and the explosion of comicons and cosplay. (I had to look up what cosplay was—that’s the adult version of what you used to do as a kid by clothes-pinning one of Mom’s towels around your neck and pretending you were Superman.) Continue reading “Starry-eyed”