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Mood: Happy ]
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Currently: Eating Breakfast – Toast and a nice cup of Cashmiri Chai Tea ]
So I was still curled up with my JLA omnibus last night, and I had this reaction.
Why does Snapper Carr exist?
Oh sure, the creators thought we kids needed someone to relate to, because we couldn’t relate to superpowered people, but come on? Did he have to be so annoying? The same holds true for Wendy and Marvin, and Zan and Jayna. A-Noy-Ing.
And then I question why comic book writers of the period thought we needed someone to identify with that wasn’t one of the heroes. I indentified with Black Canary when I was six. Six! I thought it was cool that there was a blond who kicked butt. (Only later did I realize what fishnets were and the whole Green Arrow thing.)
Further more, that was the point of comics. These were superheroes. And I could imagine being them or like them. Gifted with some extraordinary power. Fighting bad guys. Saving the world. Looking good in spandex, or polyester, the 1970s equivalent.
Did they really think we were that dumb that we needed some second rate looser as an entry point to the adventure?
The point is Snapper, with his incessant snapping and wacky beatnik speak just detracts from the story some 50 years away. And how he keeps saving the day is terribly annoying. Is Superman really that weak a hero that he needs a teenager to come riding to the rescue? I know Aquaman is, but that’s what Green Lantern is for.
Come on Dr. Light, just kill him and be done with it.