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That being said: Iron Fist! Hype!
If you’ve had a conversation with me about Marvel in the last two years (and you totally have), you know that I’m all about the Marvel shows on Netflix. It’s Marvel stuff that appeals to me as an adult – in lieu of the family-friendly, big screen, in-your-face superhero PEW PEW fights and cake mix dialogue, the Netflix shows have a lot more time and space to create human drama. And because they’re on Netflix, they can have adult language and violence that wouldn’t pass on regular television. You’d be surprised how much more engaging a superhero show is for me when someone drops an f-bomb or gets their arm broken in two places.
As the father of a young daughter, I am not used to social progress. I’ve come to expect that female politicians will be constantly asked about their appearance. I’ve come to expect that corporations will forget to make toys based on the female lead of their new blockbuster movie. I’ve come to expect that it will take Barbie over 50 years to acknowledge what real women look like. I’ve come to expect that, at every turn, society will find a way to let my daughter down, in big ways and small ways, entirely due to her gender. I am used to being disappointed on my daughter’s behalf.
So, imagine my surprise when I recently encountered some small, hopeful progress for girls in a completely unexpected place – children’s character underwear.
That’s right. There are Star Wars and Marvel underwear for girls right now and it’s kind of a big deal.
When you Hulksmash together unique, nerdy and lunch, you get our attention. That’s why we just knew we’d have to eventually feature a buddy of ours – Jimmy Ettele – on 8BitDad. Jimmy is a father to two daughters and during the school year, packs their lunched with classic comic book covers recreated on napkins with a ballpoint pen.
Who doesn’t love a good surprise in their lunch? Over the years, we’ve talked to two dads who have put Post-its into their kids’ lunches as well as one who just used the bag as his canvas. But this is the first time we’ve seen a napkin. We even snuck back to breakfast and talked to a dad making nerdy pancakes. Now, all we need is a dude that carves baby carrots into superheroes and we’re set.
(Spoiler alert, we know a dude that does that sort of thing, so stay tuned.)
As a parent, I rarely have to shrug and say “I don’t know.” I’m the dad. I have answers! How is this like that? I know about it. Where does so-and-so come from? I’ll tell you. As many “whys” as my son can throw at me, I’ve got answers. But I didn’t really have an answer for the seemingly most insignificant question: “where did all of our guys go?“
I still have no real answer. Not one that would satisfy a five year old.
Ten years ago, I was just coming out of college. I was single, writing reviews for WYWS Magazine (street cred for those that remember it), and sleeping from 7am until 3pm after long nights of video gaming. I had, at that time, two arcade sticks for my game systems. Any punk that challenged me in Marvel Vs. Capcom 2 (for the Dreamcast!) was going to get their ass handed to them in a cold rain of shinkuu-hadokens.
Today, I’ve got the arcade sticks packed away, in favor of my kid’s toys. My game systems are inside of a locked television stand. WYWS went out of business years ago and the editor-in-chief lost my number. I have a day job. A wife. A kid. I no longer go to sleep at 7am; I get up for work at 6:45am.
Oh, and Marvel Vs. Capcom 3: Fate of Two Worlds hit the streets this week.
No way my wife would let me couch-it for a week, use up my vacation hours from work, and slam buttons on a joystick all night, just to figure out if MvC3 is appropriate for kids to play. But a guy can dream.