In my day, the people who'd go to the mat arguing about superheroes, or going to the bother to rank them, all looked like Beaver Cleaver. Have all the men but my husband taken to wearing onesies, drinking cocoa, and going ape for DC and Marvel?
Are you poor boys still at it? You’re a little touchy about it, aren’t you?
As many bad movies as Bruce Willis has made, I’m sometimes called on to defend my being a fan of his. It goes like this: “I dunno. I just like to watch him work.” Then I’ll agree that he’s kinda become a caricature of himself in recent years. I don’t defend what I can’t defend. I agree with their criticism when it’s right.
If I were you, I’d have said something like, “Some people like action movies; some people like superhero live action cartoons. They’re brain candy. I like brain candy. If most people admit it, they do, too. This is my version of brain candy.” We all like some kind of escapist fare. At least, I guess, along with the increasing PC brainwashing you get to see the good guys win. I’d be pretty angry about Hollywood injecting their stupid agendas into my favorite movies, but anymore that’s the price you have to pay to watch almost any movie.
I increasingly prefer the older movies. The ones in *shudder* black and white.
I don't strut. . .I stride in stately fashion. The pigeon strut isn't really my thing. . .maybe your (insert pithy adjective) husband can handle that for you.
You've been playing pigeon chess here. And "striding in stately fashion" is as close an imitation as a man can give to a pigeon-strut. Then again, a real man wouldn't take a verbal swing at a woman's husband. That's pitiful "keyboard warrior" stuff. But even a laughable keyboard warrior keeps the ad hominems aimed at the person they're debating, not wives, husbands or relatives. What's next? My mother? Oh, you're a BIG man! 🙄
But since you've proven yourself to be the basest sort, I'll let you rant in the corner by yourself. Take a comic book so you can have some intellectual reading matter. 😂
And now you have definitely revealed yourself. You feel contempt for those who think differently from you. You feel you need to instruct us on how to express our thoughts. "If I you I'd say something like..."
I do try to be polite on these boards. I always recognize that others may or may not like what I like and may dislike what I like. I've told many that their opinion is not wrong, for them. And that their opinion on a film is just as valid as mine or anyone else's, even it is different.
However, you aren't going to get that courtesy. You are an intellectual snob. You believe that your taste and intelligence is so much greater than the hoi polloi that you may denigrate and disparage their opinions and declare that they are "little boys" and need to do what "real men" do.
I do find it fortuitous that I am unlikely to ever meet you. You would be one of the few people that I would find great pleasure in snubbing and letting everyone else in the room know why.
"And "striding in stately fashion" is as close an imitation as a man can give to a pigeon-strut. "
LOOOOOL. . .you are SO lost. . .
"Then again, a real man wouldn't take a verbal swing at a woman's husband."
What makes you think I'm a man? Corollary: what hypothetical "real man" would care what you think, anyway?
"But even a laughable keyboard warrior keeps the ad hominems aimed at the person they're debating, not wives, husbands or relatives. "
Point out the ad hominem(s) in ANYTHING I've written. Protip: DON'T say the word "stupid". . .that's merely an accurate description; validated by your silly yammering.
"What's next? My mother? Oh, you're a BIG man!"
You *Muppet*. Every time you tilt your head back & bray further nonsense, it simply further illustrates your paucity of intelligence. Your screeds on your absurd worldview. Your confusion about the gender politic. Your astounding ignorance on "intellectual reading matter." Your lack of reading comprehension. Wow. You could not *possibly* be more revealing. Pray continue. . .it's quite entertaining.
The best thing is to like what you like and not let it control your life. My biggest problem are the people who have bumper stickers about whatever it is they like. They want to tell the whole world that they're a Beatles fan or that they're way too into Star Wars. It's one thing to read and enjoy comic books but it's a whole other thing to get dressed up like the characters or deck your car out with stupid bumper stickers.
I've read and collected comic books my whole life (I'm 38), and even I can't deny the fact that a lot of people have just let this meaningless stuff impact their lives far more than it should. As for the superhero movies, I don't watch them. The comics were cool but I'm not interested in seeing a bunch of actors play dress up for a huge payday.
We’re both grownups here, so I didn’t need to ask his permission.
Have you seen “Catch Me If You Can?” Great movie. The part where the FBI guy, played by Tom Hanks, realizes that Abignale is really a kid comes when the kid serving him at a restaurant notices the names listed on some paperwork Hanks is looking at are a character in a comic book series. I wonder if the DC/Marvel crowd watches that movie now and scratches their heads saying, “So how does that mean he’s gotta be a kid?”
And we don't need your permission or understanding to enjoy the things we do. As I said above you are an intellectual snob. You think you are so superior in your intellect and "maturity" that you can instruct we lower folks what we should like and how underdeveloped we are.
My parents would have a perfect description of you: pathetic.
My husband is anything but an intellectual snob. He's a mechanic, retired, adores fart jokes, talking gears and grease with the boys, and he really likes good action movies. He settled down to one of those "Avengers" things thinking that's what he'd get.
He was sure his IQ had dropped several points just watching the stupid thing. We all felt terribly sorry for Robert Downey, Jr., whom we both liked in "Chaplin." He's really above this material. Our kitchen is behind the living room -- one of those "open" designs -- and when I'd walk through, I kept wondering what Downey's career would have been like if he'd been born British and had come up in the British system. There, actors want to act first, if they become stars also, so be it. Now he's just coasting, chasing the cash and phoning it in.
And again I thought of that moment in "Catch Me If You Can," where Tom Hank's character realizes the "man" he's looking for is just a kid, because in that day only kids obsessed about comic books. On Twitter there's a Gen-X, NeverTrump conservative writer who swears he saw action in the Gulf War, and argues about which superhero could beat the crud out of which superhero with the same intensity that he reserves for bashing Trump in Time Magazine. I can't even.
Your last line is one I would have written for a comic book-loving adult straight from central casting. Thanks for not spoiling the image. 😉
Nor your spoiling mine of you; a pretentious snob incapable of understanding that others might enjoy things you don't. No one is asking you or your husband to enjoy super hero movies. What we are asking of you is appreciating that people like different things for different reasons. You don't have to understand why.
I could go through the cliched recitation of who my friends are, my own IQ, accomplishments or whatever, but that's nothing more than the same posturing you are indulging in.
I have nothing more to say to you on the subject because I really don't enjoy talking people with a substandard social IQ.
Oh, I know there's a market for every kind of movie out there. That doesn't throw me. It doesn't throw me that a kid who quotes his parents in hopes of finding the crushing line to win a debate would adore these movies. What does throw me is that Gen-X, Gulf War combat veteran getting so serious about this stuff, and passionately debating whether the Hulk could beat the snot out of Spiderman. But I grew up around WWII combat veterans. They were made of different stuff.