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For as long as my squishy brain has been processing its main directive (execute order: breath in, breath out) superheroes have fascinated me. No, not because of their extraordinary powers, their delicate balancing act between good and evil, or the selfless acts of human preservation that define them as super beings. Nope. It was the costumes. Not to be too redundant here but... wtf!?.
If I could teleport you would certainly never catch me in a skin tight leotard prancing around like I'm trying to remove the wedgie of the century. Or what about that huge green angry dude who practically tears his clothes into something resembling confetti? There's a super power for the team roster; Instant nakedness, sure to make any gymnophobic head for the hills. The way I see it one of two things should happen when you get super powers, option A) get a fashion designer or option B) get a fashion designer. Ok, so that's really one option but consider the alternative.
In all fairness to the spandex dawning-one size fits all-dang thats gotta be hot in summer-superhero folk out there though...if I were a bank robber and a guy dropped down from the sky in his skivvies and a cape... I'd run too.
 Aiomy · Tue Jan 04, 2011 @ 05:44am · 0 Comments |
