Week 31: Superhero

I’m certainly going to have to think out of the box for this one.  “Superhero” is an interesting topic.  Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the self-portrait assignment from last week.  I have plans for that tomorrow.  You know it’s not something I’m particularly looking forward to, so there may be an increased (and by increased I mean extreme) amount of procrastination with that.  Anyways, back to the subject at hand — Superheros!

Of course, the first things that come to mind are all of the comics, like X-Men and Batman and such, but I’m not a huge fan of all that.  I mean, I have seen all the X-Men movies, and am a pretty big Huge Jackman fan (yeah, you know you wanna, just go ahead and click on the link and enjoy the pics 🙂 ).  I’m not, however, about to do a comic book themed shoot, or any type of ode to Huge Jackman.  Sorry.

So when starting to think of the word “superhero” in its alternative meanings, I’m still getting stumped.  I don’t have any “idols”, per sey, so there really isn’t any subject in that respect that I could capture.  I’ve admired people, and have wanted to have certain traits or talents that famous people have, as they are often idolized.  Yet, I’ve never been the type of person to say, “I want to be just like (insert any famous person’s name here) when I grow up”, so that type of superhero definition is not something I can relate to.

Sure, I have people who I love and respect greatly, but I wouldn’t consider them a superhero.  Family and friends who have been there for me and who I can rely on are precious to me, but I wouldn’t use that word as a descriptor.  Besides, when I think of the word “heroine” or “superheroine”, I think of the obvious, and not so great, (almost) double entendre of that word, but also of this darling little essay that my brother wrote in elementary school about our grandmother.  With that clouding my mind (the essay, not the drug), I suppose I could go the route of a family member, but it doesn’t sound that enticing to me….no disrespect.

Another interesting definition I stumbled across mentioned a superhero being a person who is extremely successful or skillful.  Now, with my recent bittered experience with the corporate world, thinking of people with high success levels does not bring to mind imagery of any type of superhero.  Super villains, perhaps, but most certainly not heroes.  That option is definitely out.

There’s also that common depiction of the everyday superhero.  The single mother working three jobs to provide for her children.  Volunteer workers putting themselves in harm’s way, or at least in very difficult situations, to provide aid to those in need.  The firemen and first responders running in to burning and collapsing buildings to save others, when they themselves may not make it out.  Some incredible heroic acts there.  Though they are noble, it’s not something I can see myself working on this week.

I suppose “superhero” is something that is just not a part of my life.  I never use the word in a way other than to describe a cartoon or movie character, so I’m going to have a hard time finding something that resonates with me.  The only instance I can think of that word being applied in a way I can relate to is my dad talking about my dog.  “Lucky the Wonder Pup!”, he would often yell either as my dog was doing something crazy, or now, in memory of his crazier days.  Lucky has just celebrated his 16th birthday, which equals 112 human years, so he’s not acting too crazy anymore.  Don’t worry though, the dog that used to take a running start to jump off the porch and tear around the yard still has some spark in him.  He’s a little clumsy now, and has that grumpy old man type attitude a lot of the time, but he’s still happy, so I’m hoping he’ll be around for many more years.

So as I’m off to think about some “super” ideas (see what I did there?), I’ll leave you with a picture of The Wonder Pup.  Forever the camera-shy dog, he’s a tough one to get a good picture of.  As soon as he sees you with a camera or phone, he’s either turning his back on you, or growling.  Never smiling nice, silly dog.  “Shy” most definitely isn’t the word for it — Lucky is pretty annoyed at the whole photography idea.  Sorry, Lucky, you may be subjected to some more pictures this week.  I hope for your sake that your superpower of evasiveness doesn’t let up now.

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