Okay gang, I’m going to talk about this. Go ahead an read the article, then pour yourself a beverage.
I am not a fan of this legislation for several reasons, but I need to qualify myself first.
I support a person’s right to purchase and possess firearms. I also think that there are certain places where firearms should not be permitted: schools, churches, courthouses, et al. More importantly though, I strongly believe the right to possess and carry is coupled with a great responsibility. When people say “get a gun” as an answer to the question of self defense (in this case against sexual assualt/rape), it’s usually present with the air that it’s a catch-all mode of protection — as if being so armed is the perfect solution. I don’t think it is.
The “get a gun” mentality tends to be coupled with the belief that a firearm is a tool. That’s a grave error — a firearm is a weapon, design to launch a projectile through a target in an attempt to turn a person into a casualty. Any weapon, be it a pistol, a knife, a taser or even an empty hand, requires three things: training, discipline, and awareness. The casual owner of handguns lack these three qualities.
We as a society do not effectively train its civilians in the maintenance and use of fire arms. Granted expert-level instruction is available, but it’s not required. As a result, the casual owner, gets a basic safety course, and it’s up to him (or her) to go to the range to practice. Note that shooting targets place the highest value in two locations: center of the torso and center of the head. These are kill shots. Martial practice is programming the body to act. With time and effort, the amateur pistolier will train themselves(physically) to draw down and shoot to kill. Training at a range does not necessarily confer the sort of discipline that can allow someone to keep their wits when attacked, or to maintain clam in the presence of a threat. Nor does it confer the ability to be aware of a threat, or for that matter what their skills are capable of doing. This sort of combination can make a casual gun owner a danger to themselves.*
A person with skill in a firearm (that does not include military training or — to a degree — people who hunt game out of necessity) can have a false sense of security if they fall into the “a gun makes me perfectly safe” mentality, or worse a sense of bravado.** That tends to supplant awareness and discipline.
According to RAINN, nearly three out of four victims of rape were assaulted by someone they know, sometimes in situations some form of intimacy may have been initiated and then aborted. Sometimes the aggressor is a family member. Can a person with simple range practice steel themselves to bring a weapon to bear against a friend, lover or family member and then pull the trigger? I don’t know if I could.
Let’s say, for the sake of argument that the case is that one in four where a stranger attacks. Any sort of surprise assault is likely to happen at close range. Consider that police officers — people who are better trained in the use of firearms — consider themselves in danger of physical assault if an aggressor is within twenty feet. Let’s also consider that in most situations, a person in possession of a firearm will not have it out, cocked with safety off. Rather it will be in a holster or a container. A rushing assailant can close twenty feet in a very short amount of time, and in a clinch a pistol can be rendered ineffective.
Now let’s take these factors to a college campus. So we now have young casual firearm owners, exploring life of their own. They’re testing personal boundaries. They’re going to parties. Lot of drinking can happen at these events — many colleges have problems with alcohol abuse — and we know that alcohol and firearms are not a good combination.+ If students are allowed to carry them on campus, that includes everyone, not just potential rape victims. The potential for firearm incidents at places and events when inhibitions are lowered and excitement heightened are potentially high. I doubt it would be a weekly shootout akin to the Wild West of Hollywood, but college shootings have already happened in the past. Would the proliferation of firearms among the student body make things better?
If a person does successfully ward off a sexual assault using a firearm, what happens after? Our justice system is notoriously negligent regarding the investigation and prosecution of these crimes. For anyone not white, it gets even worse. Let’s not forget what happened to Marissa Alexander for firing warning shots. Let’s also consider that in most rape and sexual assault investigations, the victim is often blamed: “What were you wearing? Didn’t you watch your drink? What were you thinking, going there?” Now we can add “Why weren’t you carrying?” to that list of questions.
In my mind, telling potential victims of sexual assault to arm themselves is still putting the onus on them, rather than providing a way to deter the desires of the attacker. First and foremost, I believe we need to reform our justice system to take all cases of sexual assault seriously and investigate them thoroughly. Yes, our courts are not perfect, and some attackers may be acquitted, but given that a tenth of current cases even go to court, it’s a step we need to take.
For the long term, we also need to look critically at our society and begin to break down what compels people to do these things. We need to address the sense of entitlement to sex that people can have, the objectification and reduction of a person to a receptacle of intercourse. As a people we need to take the effort to overcome sexism and bigotry that still permeates our culture, remove the label of Other to people that don’t fit what might be considered a norm. I don’t know what steps to take, save for trying to be a better person and listening to others. It’s not much, but for many of us it’s a good start.
*And to be fair, the same goes for martial arts. I’ve seen very well disciplined White Belts and oblivious (and tempermental) Black Belts.
** Again, the same goes for martial arts training. An undisciplined or unaware karateka — such as one suffering from Green Belt Syndrome — can get themselves into all kinds of trouble.
+ An anecdote: One of my roomies in college was a Marine. One day I came back to my dorm room to find him and one of his fellow Marines in the living room, cleaning their rifles. Never bothered me in the slightest.
So… This past Thursday NetherRealm announced that the women warriors in Mortal Combat X would be more realistically proportioned. Gamespot has an article on it, and of course the comments vary, including griping about SJWs and such. Not a tremendous amount of dudebro froth, but enough to get me thinking…
I have to wonder how many of these GamerBros will, despite their gripes, end up buying the game anyway. It’s not the sort of thing you’d expect from a “consumer revolution.” These are changing times, however, and it can be confusing for some, so here’s my advice:
You can not buy the game. You can show this AAA-gaming studio what you’re about by not giving them your money. Spend that money on other games, maybe show some support for the independent studios instead of tossing it to the big boys that put embargos on game reviews because they don’t want anyone knowing about the bugs. Maybe you could do something else with it, like donate the money to a charity, adopt a pet, buy a lot of books, or even pick up a board game to play with friends in real life.
In the interests of disclosure, I won’t be buying Mortal Kombat X. I lost interest in that series somewhere around MK3 or 4, and I really don’t have an interest in graphic fatalities or zoomed-in xrays of bones getting broken and crushed. I’m more of a Tekken fan anyway, and I’d rather spend that $60 on dues in the dojo.
We had a new student join the dojo last week. Dave is a Red Belt* from a TSD school in the area. Seems a bit awkward in his technique, but he’s a big teenage kid, so yeah, awkwardness will ensue at that age. Body be trippin’ right? Nice kid, too. Seems eager to learn and willing to make an effort, so I hope our school’s a good fit for him. He’s going to have some unlearning to do, but that wont be a problem either.
I was talking with his Dad Saturday, just about the dojo in general. He mentioned to me that one of the reasons he pulled Dave out of the TSD school was the cost. It would have been over $1200 to test for Black Belt.
Over twelve hundred dollars. Just for the test. I’m hoping that’s an error in recollecting the details, because that’s a really steep price tag for just a test. That kind of money would cover my dojo’s dues for nearly two years.
I wonder about the reasoning behind the cost. Large scale franchises tend to have a lot of overhead. Even so I have to wonder. I’m registered with the Okinawa Karate-Do Association, as is my school, and yet my Shodan test was less than a sixth of the cited amount. Maybe its because we’re not as widespread as TKD or TSD franchises, but I think there’s something else to it. As I said in my post “Taking the Black”, it takes about five to six years to reach Shodan, but here’s the thing: many people see Black Belt as an endpoint, a state of mastery (although it’s anything but that). For a younger student, especially when facing college and other responsibilities, that’s the time to quit. This leads me to wonder if the reason for the high testing fee is part overhead and part money grab.
It also begs the question of what’s required to advance beyond Black Belt, besides the years of continued training.
On the other hand, I feel grateful for being in the school that I’m in.
*Belt ranks vary between schools, but from what I know a Red Belt in Tang Soo Do is the equivalent to a Brown Belt in our school.
It’s a New Year, and with it come the infamous resolutions. Some of you are planning on this being the year you lose weight. Having been on my own Fitness Quest for two years now, I understand how daunting it may be to get started — and how hard it is to keep at it. It’s important to know your own expectations and to set goals accordingly, and to be flexible enough to adjust them.
Some things to keep in mind as you embark on your own Quest:
DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE NUMBERS!
Saying you plan on losing “X” number of pounds is a good idea, but it can lead to frustration. If you’re new to this, a fitness routine is going to take some getting used to. You’re also going be spending some time figuring out just what the hell you’re doing — as we all have different bodies, we all react differently to nutrition and exercise. Because of that your weight will fluctuate a bit. Maybe you’ll lose a little one day, gain a little the next.
Day to day weigh-ins can lead to frustration. Take that trip to the scale only once a week, or maybe every two weeks. Remember that your goal is fitness, not just weight loss.
If you’re working with weights, don’t fret if you’re starting out light. You’re stressing your body in ways it may not be used to. Better to start with a light workout so you can develop good form and steady control right from the beginning. That’s more important than lifting something heavy, even if your goal is to “get swole.” Don’t even get me started on Crossfit.
DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE DATES!
In fact, don’t set any hard dates to your fitness goals at all. I know some of you might be thinking of swimsuit season, but the best way to get a bikini body is to put a bikini on your body.
Losing X pounds in Y months maybe be a good measure of progress, but not so much for setting goals. Unless you really know your metabolism you might have set your expectations too high or too low. It also can get frustrating when you hit a plateau — and you will hit one — when things don’t appear to change much. Undertaking a Fitness Quest involves making and experiencing changes. Fat and muscle mass will fluctuate as you exercise, eat and rest. Again, look to the overall progress you’re making. Even a little improvement — an extra five pounds on the bar, ten more minutes of running — is what you need to keep you going.
DON’T WORRY ABOUT CHEATING!
You’re gonna cheat. You’re gonna skip a workout. You’re going to have that candy bar.
Relax. It’s okay.
The word “diet” is often reviled as a word for strict and unpleasant denial. It’s really just what you eat over the course of the day. When you embark on your Fitness Quest, your diet may change. How that changes depends on you (and maybe a doctor or nutritionist if you consult one) and while you might need to adjust your caloric intake, banning treats can lead to frustration and binging. It’s a cycle you can avoid thanks to moderation.
The same goes for “skip” days. Diligent as you may be with your schedule, there will come a time when you have to duck out because of another commitment. It happens. You don’t need to do a double workout later to make up for it. In fact, if your workouts are both regular and intense, you’ll need an occasional break to rest and heal up (and that’s very true if you lift). What’s important is establishing the habit of regular exercise and not giving up. Stay the course and you’ll be okay.
If you want to improve your health with fitness and diet, consider what you’re capable of doing. You might be able to jump in full steam, or maybe you need to take small steps. Take the time to find out what forms of exercise and dietary habits work best for you. It might be as easy as not having that daily candy bar, or just doing doing 30 minutes of yoga. Maybe you need to shift your feeding to six small meals per day, switching between weights and karate as I’ve been doing.
Being “fit” is not a goal, but a way of life. If you want that, you can have it, without fear, without guilt, without shame. You can also have it while having fun and feeling good about your body no matter how you look.
You can do it.
I’ve got your back.
Now kick ass.
Yes, I’m rethinking Batman. It’s my little slice of internet, I’ll have whatever fun I want.
I like Batman. I really do. He’s a kick ass superhero without the powers. The only problem is he has unlimited resources, being a gazillionaire, and all too often he’s made into a Gary Stu character. The thing is he’s not invincible, and many writers forget that.
So here’s my take — or rather, how I’d build up Bruce Wayne (as a comic reboot or a TV series ala Arrow)
Okay, Bruce is still an orphan of Crime Alley. Let’s add that he’s adopted. Why? Because it opens possibilities for race, ethnicity, sexuality, or even gender identity. Hell, let’s add gender to that list. Make “Bruce” a nickname. It doesn’t matter.
What matters is what Bruce does after his parents are murdered.
He doesn’t want to be a victim like his parents. Alfred, working in Bruce’s best interests, gets him signed on for martial arts classes. After a bit of shopping around, Bruce finds ninjutsu to his liking. He trains until he’s ready for college, so if he’s ten when Crime Alley happens, he’s got eight years worth of training (probably a 2nd degree black belt, at best, probably just 1st depending on the disposition of his Sensei).
Bruce goes to Japan, taking up dual programs in Criminal Psychology and Forensic Science. On advice of his Sensei, he also continues his training at a local dojo. It takes him seven years to complete both programs, in an effort to get the most of his ninjutsu training. He stays an extra year to attain the rank of Sigung (Grand Teacher), before coming back to Gotham at age 26.
His first intent, back when he left for college, is to join the police force, but Bruce is a schmottguy. He does his homework. He realizes that the crime families have got their hooks deep into the city, and comes to the conclusion that he can’t fight the criminal element as Bruce Wayne. Taking the lessons in social camouflage from ninjutsu to heart, Bruce establishes a party-boy identity. He has that seed of an idea of how he wants to fight crime in Gotham, but he doesn’t have a full plan yet.
And he can’t do it alone.
Bruce uses his wealth and his position with Wayne Tech Enterprises to establish a network. Technologists, doctors, informants, the few good lawmen on the GPD (including James Gordon), all of these contacts are established in secret. Some know who he is, others don’t. Money helps a great deal in many cases. This will take about four to six years, during which Bruce assembles the materials he needs to do his “field work” and establish his moniker as Batman.
While he’s got access to amazing technology, most of it stays at the Batcave. He’s got some advanced gear: armor, the zip-line gun, maybe some nightvision or other tech built into the cowl and mask (and yes, he wears a full mask). However most of his gear is simple, low-tech. Shuriken, smoke bombs, flash bangs, and coils of parachute cord to entangle and capture criminals in close combat. He’s more likely to use stealth and infiltration to gather information before making a move, gathering as much evidence as he can so the courts have a better chance to convict. As he hammers the mob, it creates that power vacuum allowing the Rogues’ Gallery to rise up. After several years of this, as he reaches his late thirties, he not only realizes he can’t do it alone, but he can’t do it forever. He’s taken damage over the years, using his medical connections to get patched up. Broken ribs, joint reconstruction, organ replacement (cloned from himself so as to minimize rejection), all done on the sly thanks to his contacts in the medical field. But it still adds up.
Having maintained the playboy billionaire attitude for some time, Bruce Wayne becomes much more philanthropic, taking in not just one ward, but several: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, et al. Orpahns who all suffered at the hands of criminal acts, and also want to see justice. So Wayne takes them in, lets them be kids at first, but he start to train them. In other words, he starts his own clan of shadow warriors.
Now, if I were writing this as a series, I’d probably start this once Wayne had his network setup and he started doing his Batman thing. It’d give an opportunity to explore other characters, like the Joker, Riddler, Gordon, Nightwing, the whole lot. More importantly, it helps establish Wayne’s humanity, even in the face of world shattering weirdness that would involve Supes, Diana or the rest of the Justice League.
After all, superheroes are people too.
In a recent discussion on Twitter I brought up the importance of first impressions to people interested in the STEM fields. One point I made was that decisions aren’t always made out of one big moment, but sometimes lots of little factors play into it. “Little things add up to big things,” I had said. One person responded with “no, little things only become big things if you dwell on them. Let them stay little.” The attitude expressed felt fairly dismissive towards little things being important. It made me think and wonder how well the “little things don’t matter” holds up to mathematical scrutiny.
I mean, a 3% interest rate is a “little thing,” right? Well, no, not when compounded monthly over a long series of time. Sock away $1000 for fifty years, add $100 a month over that time, and see where the interest takes you.
How about a tenth of a degree, that’s a “little thing,” isn’t it? Well, if I’m aiming at something 10 meters away, maybe. I’m off the center of my target by a centimeter. But at 100 meters, I’m off by ten times that distance. If I’m aiming at something that’s 200 million kilometers away, say Asteroid 67P, well guess what?
Maybe 0.1% of a population is a little thing, right? Depends on the population. With 7 billion people here on Earth, that’s still a sample of 7 million.
Little things add up.
A cell in the human body is a “little thing.” What happens when one cell mutates, does something a little different, and passes that sequence on to other cells nearby? Now it’s a tumor, and someone’s life is on the line.
A platelet is a little thing. But platelets build blood clots. A clot in the wrong place causes a heart attack or a stroke.
Little things add up, even if you don’t pay attention to them.
A guy giving a woman a “once-over” might be a little thing. When it happens so many times in a day, when a woman starts wearing paranoia as a form of armor because she doesn’t feel safe, even where she works? Is it so little any more?
An act of microaggression is a “little thing.” Then a co-worker does this sort of thing to you every day. Not listening, yanking tasks out from under you after you said you were working on them, not calling you by name, not knocking on your cube before talking to you, not communicating during a vital project, dismissing your ideas because he didn’t come up with them, and talking over you in meetings. When your manager wonders if he has to professionally separate the two of you, and you say “I’d accept that,” then it stops being a little thing.
Little things add up.
Thirty minutes is a little thing — not a long time at the very least. But if that thirty minutes is spent walking, that can lead to weight loss, better fitness, a better self-image, and even a positive outlook.
A word is a little thing. Put enough of them together in the right order using the right set of skills, and you have a novel.
A photon is a little thing, but their presence is what we need to see.
Little things add up. They can become big things whether we like it or not. What matters is how we treat those little things.
I’ve been asked more than a few times how long it takes to earn a Black Belt in a martial art. The quick answer I always give is “five to six years, depending on the student and the school.”
I’m going to delve into that a little more, using some of my own experience to fill out the numbers. None of this is set in stone, but there are a few certainties.
A typical class goes for about an hour and a half, unless it’s a weekend, which can go for at least two hours. That’s about five hours a week, 260 hours a year. At the six year mark, that racks up 1440 hours — sixty days.
Doesn’t sound like much does it?
Clearly you can’t do that time all at once. Not even at eight hours a day (which expands the overall time frame to 180 days). Any sort of exercise is a controlled form of self-inflicted damage and healing. When you consider that martial arts involves a good deal of impact based conditioning, that makes recovery even more important. And that doesn’t even take into account the time off you have to take due to work, vacation, sickness or injury, or even the extra hours you put in drilling in kata by yourself.
That’s why it takes five to six years to get just that far, and as I’ve said before, black belt is just a milestone, not an end state.
There’s some “You Wills” along the way:
You Will Get Hurt
You’re studying a martial art. That means you’ll be hitting things, whether in the course of conditioning, bag work, or sparring. If you’re not doing that in the course of your training, you’re not in a very good school. Martial arts is an application of physics, and with every action comes an equal and opposite reaction, so when you hit something it hits back. You bruise a shin, pull something in your elbow or shoulder, or get a black eye because you led with your head*. You take the time you need to heal. You put ice on it to keep the inflammation down. You take a little more time to stretch to make sure you don’t make it worse.
And you endure.
You Will Doubt Yourself
You make mistakes along the way, and you’ll get the corrections you need to improve. Sometimes, though, you just can’t get that step right, or that one piece of a kata or bunkai gets away from you. Maybe you get that bit of instruction you need and you go “how the hell did I miss that?” You wonder if you’ll ever get it right, get on track, pass that test for rank when it comes. Even if you’re in a school with a regular testing schedule, you still have those spans at specific belts, and they only get longer the further you train.
And you persist.
You Will Hit A Rut
The only way to get good at a martial art is repetition, tempered with good instruction. That repetition gets to be a pain in the ass. You find yourself enduring the boredom, because if you don’t you won’t make it. You don’t ask the instructors when your next test will be — that only holds you back. And then that kata just does not get any easier because you keep finding corrections and nuances upon which you can improve.
And you repeat.
You Will Be Humbled
Along the way you realize that being a Black Belt does not make you a master. Maybe you’ve become stronger, quicker, more aware, but you’re not superhuman. In fact, you’ve become cognizant of the dichotomy between the power and frailness of the human body. You understand the difference between the years you’ve spent and the decades your teachers have undergone, and that there’s still a lot to learn.
And you accept.
If you don’t, you’ll never make it. You’ll stagnate, get frustrated and quit, most likely before you take that last critical test.
After I passed, I got something from the Okinawan KarateDo Association. It’s like a diploma — definitely something I would frame and hang on my wall — but the three most significant words on it are “Certificate of Proficiency.”
It’s a good reminder that once you get there, you’ve only just begun.
*True story: I never knew there was a floating bone in the ankle until I popped it out of place after landing a round kick off my sparring partner’s elbow. Didn’t hurt. Luckily, there was a chiropractor in our dojo at the time and he popped it back in with no fuss. THAT felt weird.
Let me tell you something about the role of women in gaming.
When I was a kid I never had a gaming platform. No Nintendo, no Atari, no Colecovision, no Intellivision. I think back in the day we had a multi-game version of Pong. However, I did save up my money for a PC — or what passed for one at the time. I had a Radio Shack TRS80 Color Computer. My parents thought it would be a good thing because I could actually use it to learn something. While I did teach myself programming, I loved playing games on it. Most of them were knock offs of popular coinop games, and I had acquired them through a friend of my step-father’s (we had to buy the tapes or, later, disks) who got all this freeware via BBS. I wasn’t lacking for the cool games either. I had friends with Commodore-64s, so I never missed out on games like “The Bard’s Tale” or “Pool of Radiance.”
My step-sister, Megan, on the other hand, had a Nintendo. Some of you reading this may never have experienced the early days (youngins), but back then platforms like Nintendo and Sega could do things PCs just couldn’t. Thus games like “Super Mario Brothers” and “The Legend of Zelda” were all kinds of awesome. However, my access to the Nintendo was under the following conditions whenever I visited:
- Is my homework done?
- Are we done working in the shop? (My Dad made and painted minis, so my addiction is generational)
- Is the Nintendo and the TV available?
If the answer to all those questions were yes, I’d check with my Megan and then play. If a movie or show was on or if Megan was playing something and I couldn’t join in, I sat back and watched. Or I got a book to read. Or I did something else. It never bothered me if I couldn’t play on Megan’s Nintendo because it was her Nintendo, they were her games, not mine. As far as I was concerned, it was up to me to be courteous about the matter.
Somewhere between then and now, a small but very angry and vocal group of mutants forgot what courtesy and manners are. These are people who have no qualms about sending death threats to people like Anita Sarkeesian and Zoe Quinn because they have opinions on games or are taking strides to mold games into something more than killing pixels. As a gamer with 30 years invested in both the digital and analog sides to the hobby, I am more than happy to try stepping between the Anitas/Zoes and those who would dox, threaten, bully or otherwise seek to cause them harm.
You see, Megan doesn’t play much these days — she’s too busy being successful in her line of work, being married to a genuinely good man (whose day job is trying to save people with cancer from death), and being Mom to two beautiful baby girls. No matter how thin the family line is due to distance or relation, I am their Uncle. I am that crazy cool geeky Uncle who gives them tigers to help ward off the monsters that cause nightmares, dioramas that show the Princess can save herself from the Evil Wizard, and can’t wait to read them “The Hobbit.”
Do you think I’m going to sit back and let this veritable gene-pool of sewage fester and nurture its strength to attack these two lovely girls just because they may happen to like something?
Fuck. That. Noise.
If these fedora vaping MRAs and game-stooges want a fight, I’ll give them one. Hell, I’ll let them take the first swing if it ever gets into the Real World (which is as unlikely as them landing the first hit). What are they gonna do, call me a Social Justice Warrior? That’s only an insult in their heads. A White Knight? I’ve got news for them: I’m a goddam Paladin to these motherfuckers, and I’ve got Smite Evils to go around. I see a Dudebro bullying a woman, a POC, or a GLBT, trying to use terror to get them to be quiet or quit gaming, I am stepping straight the fuck up.
And if any of you Dudebros are reading this, if you think I’m doing this in the hopes of getting rewardsex, stop projecting your deprivations onto me. I’m in your face because you refuse to be a decent human being. Full fucking stop. I’m engaging because it’s the right thing to do, because trying to be the strong silent example gets overwhelmed and obscured by your shit, and because I want my two darling nieces to not livein fear of jackasses like you.
My name is Mike Brendan: Reader, Writer, Gamer, Geek, Feminist, Paladin. Check yourselves.
Okay, an image of Gal Godot as Diana — aka Wonder Woman — has been floating about the internet. Lemme say this:
I dig it. She looks strong (despite what some may call a slender frame), and carries a presence that is both powerful and feminine. No she doesn’t look like she’s built out of bricks, but I can deal with that. So should any fan. Please, let’s not critique Godot’s physique. Chances are she can hold her own.
My concern is for how she’s portrayed in the screen play.
Zak Snyder’s directing this film. Okay, cool. I thought Sucker Punch was a really good film. My Mom, the militant feminist, loved it (although she thought the overall timing of some of the action scenes was drawn out longer than necessary…)
But Man of Steel? Not a Superman film by a long shot. I mean, you could have gotten closer to nailing Kal-El’s character down with a nuke, for crying out loud. Why Superman got the grimdark treatment when they already had fricking Batman for that role is beyond me. But I digress.
My biggest concern is that Batman vs. Superman is being used as the proverbial altar upon which Diana my be sacrificed. Dan Didio is tremendously clueless about the comics market, and I wonder if that permeated into WB/DC’s movie brain trust. If the film fails, they could use it as an excuse to never make a WW film. So by that train of thought it has to succeed, and yet I don’t want to throw my money at a film that could marginalize WW in the hopes that she get her own movie.
I want BvS to do right by WW and by Gal Godot. Will they? No clue whatsoever…
For Memorial Day, I’d like to share a story about my Great Uncle Bill, who served in the Pacific Fleet in WWII. Please forgive me if I’m short on details, as it’s been years since I’ve heard all the particulars and Bill is no longer with us to verify them. If my memory serves correctly, Bill served one of the supply vessels in the Fleet. While he had seen some action, including a kamikaze attack, the best of his stories involves a little trade mishap.
The Captain of his ship loved sauerkraut. One day the Captain was at the bow, talking to another Captain and arrange a food trade: a little less than half their food stores for a big bunch of sauerkraut. I guess the other ship had a surplus, I dunno, strange to me are the ways of military logistics and supplies. However, unbeknownst to the Captain, the First Mate is over at the stern make trade arrangements as well: a little less than half their food stores for sauerkraut.
I trust you can see where this is going…
Yes, for nearly a month, Bill and everyone else on his ship were served sauerkraut three times a day. Bill claimed that by the end of that month he could “shit through a keyhole from thirty paces.” He hadn’t touched sauerkraut since.
It’s easy for those of us not in the military to recall stories like these, because we don’t experience how terrible war is. Films like “Saving Private Ryan” come close to depicting it, but we’re still safe in our chairs.
Five years ago, my cousin Anita was serving at Fort Hood. She didn’t panic when the gunfire began. Instead, she acted, getting the people around her to safety. I don’t have much more to say — other then that she’s a hero, and that’s something I need to remember.
In this Age of Information, it is all too easy for a civilian (ie who hasn’t served) to mentally cordon off the men and women in our military — to mark them as faceless Stormtroopers of an Imperialistic regime. We need to remember that they aren’t disposable cogs, that they’re people we love: friends, family, or spouses.
And that is what Memorial Day means to me — not just to remember their service, but to remember that they are loved and in some cases missed.