To kick off Comic Con the right way, I scoured the internet looking for adorable cosplay kids, which is a strenuous and backbreaking job, I know. But I do it for you guys, okay? In the course of doing this, I came to the conclusion that really, cosplay is the only reason to have kids at all. More
I can remember being around five-years-old and my mom took me to a grocery store opening so I could meet and get an autograph with Spiderman and it was like the biggest deal of my life. I thought Spidey was the coolest ever. And then a few years later I had a book featuring the Marvel universe characters giving health and grooming tips for kids and I remember Spiderwoman’s section was all about brushing her hair before bed and I wanted to be just like her so I did the same thing. I love that Stan Lee is still around and still bringing joy and fun to kids. I never had a grandfather so I am going to pretend that Stan is mine.
Growing up in suburban Chicago in the 1980s and 1990s, I read the comics pages in the Chicago Tribune every day in a very precise order, starting with the boring ones (âThe Lockhorns,â âPeanutsâ â sorry, Franzen â and âCathyâ) and working my way toward my favorites (âFox Trot,â âBrenda Starrâ). The very last comic I read every day was Lynn Johnstonâs âFor Better or For Worse.â
âFox Trotâ was funny, but fundamentally gag-based, and the family never aged or grew; Jason scares Paige with his iguana over and over and over, and she never gets a clue. âBrenda Starr,â told stories about its âgirl reporterâ heroine, but Brenda, too, never aged, and the strip was dramatic, not funny. More