in vague allusions to “keeping us safe” and “fighting for our freedom”).
If you think soldiers and firemen are our real heroes than ask why so many homeless people are veterans. Ask why firemen don’t get multi-million dollar endorsement deals. Ask why you’ve never seen a panel of guys sitting around a table talking about
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their favorite fireman or how amazing a certain cop’s takedown of a particular criminal was.
But there are two factions of people in America these days. There are those who have heroes and those who have to act as if they do not. I will write about the latter first and segue into a discussion of the former from there.
A lot of my friends, whom I consider to be among the smarter living denizens of shitball #325, say that they have no heroes. I view this as partly a response to the inanity of what is considered heroic in modern America and partly a consequence of the look-up-to-no-one trend started by Kurt Cobain in the early 90’s. Kurt was a reaction to the ridiculously flashy and fake rockstars dominating the scene at the end of the 80’s—guys gallivanting around in yellow spandex and purple codpieces, wailing like banshees about rocking your body and touching your body and tasting your body and doing a whole assortment of other unseemly things to your body. With Kurt, the idea of the rockstar as a God-like figure who was simply better and cooler than you in every possible way went to its grave. The rockstar was now just an everyday guy—perhaps with a bit more poetry in his or her soul, but otherwise indistinguishable from the masses. Playing a gig in jeans and a T-shirt was now not only okay, it was expected. Dressing up in flamboyant costumes was now looked upon as the behavior of a poser.
Since then, those rules have been relaxed to admit more
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theatrical acts like Marilyn Manson and Slipknot into the darker bowels of the mainstream—but as oft-derided acts taken seriously only by their hardcore fans and laughed off by most others.
When we look for the ultimate fulfillment of our most closely held values—we can only ever see them perfectly realized within the world of fiction. In movies and films and even (for some of us) books there exists a moral simplicity that is innately gratifying.
In film, Batman was transformed from a campy crime- fighter in tights in 1966 to a rich boy out for a good time bullying criminals in 1989 to a brooding bad ass with an unbreakable will in 2008. The trend here was towards a more human rendition of the character. Adam West’s Batman was silly, Michael Keaton’s was dull and spoiled, Christian Bale’s was complex and believable.
By now some of you are wondering what the hell I’m rambling about, so I’ll spell it out: our heroes are becoming people who don’t want to be our heroes. Is there any doubt that Axl Rose loves nothing more than being loved and adored and worshipped by whatever remains of his pathetic fan-base? Kurt Cobain, on the other hand, felt deeply conflicted about the idea of being a role model. He didn’t really feel up to the task of being anyone’s hero. Christian Bale and Christopher Nolan crafted a similar Batman—one who felt unworthy of being a hero and unsure if he could handle the pressures of being perceived as such.
For this reason, the no-heroes crowd respectfully pretends to not have heroes. Even if they adore the ever-loving shit out of
someone, they act as though they don’t to spare their heroes a little bit of the pressure of being heroes. It’s awful considerate of them really.
The pro-heroes crowd is not so considerate, but their heroes don’t want them to be. The heroes of pro-heroes people are typically self-absorbed athletes with more muscles than brains. It is always fun to watch as these heroes are fed a steady diet of love from the public for