Conservatives are always outraged about something. A few weeks ago, we told you about the right-wing umbrage being tossed around -- not because of Obamacare -- but because of good old comic books. Well, for the conservative Comic-Con set, it's getting worse.
These conservative writers and illustrators have "truth, justice and the American way" kinds of stories that they say are less ambiguous. But those doggone liberals won't let them tell their stories! Holy vast liberal conspiracy, Batman!
These days, the man of steel just bores me. But Mark never does. And while it's impossible to know exactly what binds two people together, when it comes to my own awesome relationship, I'd just like to say "Thanks, Superman."
Yes, yes, I know -- spidermanspidermanspidermanspiderman. I'll get to it. But my favorite movies of the week, as usual, are the small ones. Let's start with Amma Asante's Belle, a Jane Austen-ish film based on a true story.
What if the reason art is not seen isn't because it's controversial, but because the people that are making these decisions -- the museum and gallery curators, find it distasteful and somewhat tough to look at?
Part of me wants to make it very clear to my son that no one flies. That he's not stronger than tigers. That people don't have special powers. And that capes are just pieces of fabric attached to his pajamas. And part of me doesn't want him to grow up too soon.
We slept with our bedroom windows open and our blankets at our feet. We heard the conversations of passing teenagers and lovers through the windows, and we heard the drone and swoosh of the occasional traffic. We could hear the ballgame on someone else's radio.