facebook reminded me that today a few years back, august 2nd 2012, i met a time traveler
dude wearing extremely stereotypical hipster gear (plaid scarf, cut-off jeans, vest over ironic tee, fedora) but looked about 35ish.
he walked up to me, this was in 2012 when i ascribed to my assigned gender and was very clearly dressed in a feminine way with my hair all done up and heavy makeup and girly clothes, and he said “excuse me sir are you good with your history?”
he punctuates the sentence by showing me a little silver spoon with the new york skyline on it. i decide against correcting him.
having JUST graduated high school, i said “kinda”
he nods and says a little quietly “when was it that the.. erm..” he struggles for a second, then recognition lights up his eyes. “ah, the two towers collapsed?”
i’m jolted by the bus coming to a stop. i blink a few times and say “september 11th. 2001.”
he says “right. of course. thank you.” and immediately gets off the bus.
One thing I really adore about Tom King’s Batman (This is from I Am Gotham with David Finch) is that he takes the Moore/Miller “Isn’t Batman craaaaaazyyyyyy” approach and then flips it on its head, showing the repetition and the obsession, the unhealthy coping mechanisms, and then asks the simple question, why are they unhealthy? They kept him alive, kept him together, helped him become a better person, didn’t they? It takes the mentally ill aspect of Batman’s character and separates it, utterly, from the “Sociopathic villain” perception it seemed to go hand in hand with, explaining that, yes, Batman can be mentally ill, and yes, Batman can still then be an inherently, unambiguously good person
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