In the world of superhero comic books, there are several ways a person might attain superpowers. You were born with them. They are bestowed on you by a well-meaning magical character, or a person who passed them on to you in an act of atonement. Or for you to carry on his legacy as the chosen one. You came upon an object of power, only to have it later revealed, that this was no coincidence and you were in fact destined to come into the possession of such powerful item and all was revealed to you (and the readers) during the course of the story. Or you obtained them in a freak accident or by scientific means or a combination thereof. Or you trained or were trained, both in mind and body, like The Batman. And with him, this was initially achieved in just two panels. The first panel shows pre-Batman Bruce Wayne handling some scientific equipment in a laboratory wearing safety goggles and looking all smart. In the second panel, we see a muscular Bruce Wayne lifting some weights, with one hand mind you. He would remain the exception though, with the little training we see him doing. Apart from the mostly powerless sidekicks some superheroes associated with, superheroes were superheroes because they had powers. Even those who had no special abilities, or a scientific gimmick, or a magical object, were built like this lack of superpowers was but an oversight. Or they were simply too good looking not to be superheroes. Like aviatrix Black Venus, or Speed Comics“ Pat Parker, who“d fought the “Ratzis”“ with abandon before she put on a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination and adopted a secret identity as War Nurse. Superheroes and superheroines were humans at peak perfection, or more than human. They all fought for the betterment of society. Even Batman. The solemn oath taken by young Bruce Wayne, was not to avenge the murder of his parents by getting revenge on their killer, but to avenge them by “warring on all criminals.”“ For the rest of his life. So perhaps, like with Bruce Wayne, even you could become one of the superheroes or superheroines if you worked hard. Another non-superpowered superhero like him, or one of the sidekicks at least. But then herein lies the contradiction. If you did this, if you trained your body (and perhaps your mind), you were still not a superhero. If you achieved this, it was because you had motivated yourself to do so, for your own reasons. However, Superheroes do not have such agency. All Superheroes have a mission, even The Dark Knight. And it is an altruistic one. This was something to admire, to aspire to even. But ultimately, it was a thing of fiction. You couldn“t become a “Champion of the Oppressed”“ or be “warring on all criminals”“ like Batman. And would you want to, even if you could?
And almost as soon as the superheroes made their first appearance in the comic books, advertisements would appear that told you, you too can look like a superhero, be built like The Batman. And these ads told you that it was ok that you wanted to have this not “for society”“, but for your own selfish reasons. Remember the more athletic kids who would make fun of you for reading these silly comic books? The ones that beat you up or kicked sand in your face on the beach? Sure, they were stronger because the played football, played outside while you were reading your comic books, but if only they knew. If only the pretty girls knew, the ones that either ignored you, laughed at you or did not even know you existed. Often you felt like Clark Kent. He smiled ever so slightly when folks would push him around, or Lois Lane mocked him for being such a doormat, even questioning his manliness on occasion. Because she didn“t know his secret, that he in fact was the mighty Superman. With you, it was your smarts. But if only you could have a body like a superhero (and for the girls who were not asked out to the dance, like one of the superheroines)! Let“s be honest, when looking at these superheroes and superheroines, do you not admire how they are built? Today, there is push-back, with words like “body shaming”“ being used to tell you, it“s wrong to strive towards an unrealistic ideal, to even think of it as an ideal, but Superheroes and superheroines do not only have superpowers. Batman, Superman and The Phantom Lady are what the Ancient Greeks thought their gods must look like. They are impossibly athletic and impossibly beautiful. They are semi-gods, in their powers, and in their attractiveness, that is nigh unattainable for us mortals. It feels plausible, natural even, that just armed with her athleticism and her beauty, a character like Pat Parker, the War Nurse, would go up against German tanks and Japanese submarines alike, while every enemy soldier inside those vehicles could only gape in awe at this apparition-like raven-haired woman, this pin-up goddess brought to life, who smashed their war machines and their faces indiscriminately.
But weren“t these men and women who gained superpowers or simply possessed a body that was made for a superhero outfit, very much like every jock and every homecoming queen at your school who just read the Cliffs-notes to every novel you bothered to read, and even used a cheat sheet? And wasn“t this how most of them did it, by cheating? Sure, The Batman worked hard apparently, for a total of just two panels mind you, but most of them did not. And nowhere in the early history of superhero comics does this come across more than in Captain America Comics No. 1 (1941). In “Meet Captain America”“ by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby we are introduced to a frail looking guy who got refused the very same day by the US Army “because of his unfit condition!”“. He very much looks like your typical bookish type; the kind girls would not give a second glance.
But then there were those ads, ads that had caught your attention because the guy in the picture looked a lot like Steve Rogers in that panel, after having been injected with Professor Reinstein“s secret serum. This was no comic book drawing, but an actual picture of a guy proudly showing off his mighty physique, only clad in the type of trunks Superman wore over his costume. He also looked like an adult version of those jocks at your middle school. But right there, in the headline, in bold, yellow letters against a bright red background, almost as if to replicate the color scheme of Superman“s famous shield symbol, he told you that he was you. You look at this picture of this semi-nude man with the body of a real superhero, only to do a double-take once you start reading the copy of the ad:
So, superheroes tell you how to cheat! And that it is ok. Well, in their case, they at least had a mission which made it ok and made them heroes. But so had you. Only on a very personal scale. But not so fast! Remember: Batman trained his body and his mind. And Professor Reinstein“s serum made the Captain much smarter (an interesting detail that is often left out when retelling the story of his transformation). Maybe there is more to this superhero business than just getting superpowers and going after the bad guys? Admittedly not that much more in the late 30’s and 40’s when the Charles Atlas ads began to run in the superhero comics. But what about the Superheroes that survived the change in readers tastes after the war, and those heroes who began to appear at the beginning of the Atomic Age? They would teach you, that muscles did not make the hero. Neither did looking great for your date. Even Phantom Lady, who immediately looked like a pin-up model once Matt Baker started to pencil her adventures in 1947, was a detective like The Batman. These stories showed her as extremely capable and resourceful, more so than in earlier issues. Her eroticism was heightened to the extreme, but so were her detective skills which were shown as much more advanced than those of the police. In her civilian identity, Sandra Knight might flirt with some shady guys to gain information, but once in her (albeit tiny) costume, she was all business. Yes, she was athletic, but she was also smart. So were the new heroes that began to appear in DC Comics. The Martian Manhunter, who adopted the identity of a detective. The Flash, who presented a new leaner body type, clad his skintight, sleek red outfit. He was a police scientist and very much an ordinary middle-class guy who liked science. His adventures were very much about his smarts, as they were about his super-speed. The books even offered “Flash Facts”“ to educate the young readers. Hawkman and Hawkgirl were re-invented as police officers from outer space. And these two helped the police in their adopted hometown on Earth. Hal Jordan, the new Green Lantern, was a jet pilot. These were the men and women of the Atomic Age. They were ordinary and special at the same time. Heroes and heroines of society even before they had superpowers. Their powers were just an extension of the personality all of them already possessed. They were not the supergods of “The Golden Age”“, they were not the Champions of the Oppressed. You could be one of them. You did not need Charles Atlas to do so. You could be a detective, a police officer, a scientist or a jet pilot. You could grow up to be a hero.
And be sure to come back next Wednesday, when we“ll find out that “With great power there comes”¦ greater selfishness”“. Yes, you guessed it, Tiger, this one will be about Spidey. See you all in seven days!
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- A comic book reader since 1972. When he is not reading or writing about the books he loves or is listening to The Twilight Sad, you can find Chris at his consulting company in Germany... drinking damn good coffee. Also a proud member of the ICC (International Comics Collective) Podcast with Al Mega and Dave Elliott.
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