Given the amount of salty white tears on Twitter about the inherent blackness of Netflix’s new series, Luke Cage, I am not going to add another white voice to the critical or analytic chorus right now. This is television by black people, about black people, why would I resent the idea that it is – first and foremost – for black people? And that I would learn something by listening rather than talking right now. Continue reading “Luke Cage: Young, Gifted, and Black “
Over-identify with the badguy? We’ve all been there. But which badguy is the important question, and why…
This trailer, like Luke himself, takes no prisoners. Continue reading “Luke Cage is not here for your shit white people”
I can kiss away your tears.
What the hell is with the Enrique Iglesias reference? We all know I have better taste in music. But I think it’s interesting that this pop song equates heroism with emotional support. I think the idea of a hero as emotionally engaged with the people they save is implicit in much of our superhero fictions. However, it’s rarely made explicit, except through romantic connections male heroes often form with women they save. Continue reading “I Can Be Your Hero, Baby”
Well, that’s a seemingly bleak opening. I wish this was a question that could be asked neutrally, explored academically – scientifically even – in a lab, with thick gloves on, carrying the dangerous material at arm’s length. However, meaning is messy. It overspills its container; after all, everything means more than one thing. If you ask a certain type of philosopher or artist, everything can mean almost anything, depending on context. So what does it mean that Captain America is Hydra? Continue reading “Does anything mean anything anymore?”