I Need a Hero…

It isn’t the least bit fair for the average modern man out there. But for a girl raised on Star Wars, Disney and Gone with the Wind, who had a brother that introduced her to The X-Men, Power Rangers and The Green Lantern. A girl raised on pure whimsical imagination… of course I need a hero. Or at the least, a man more than willing to dress up like one on Halloween and at ComicCon.

How is the modern man meant to compete with the paragons of truth, justice and tight pants that are constantly being put out there? (Not that I’m complaining.) Such heroic figures. Men in tights and men in capes. Men of steel and of iron. Men in long coats, leather coatsbrown coats. Men who wear masksfedoras, suspenders and bowties. Men in suits and men with swords. Men in breeches and in loincloths. Men who wear chucks and men named Chuck.

It isn’t fair. But it’s not my fault. Long ago, Prince Charming entered the picture. And at the tender age of 4 it was all over!! Next came Han Solo, and as you can see from the list above, the rest is history. But I don’t care. I have to believe in heroes. Because in actuality, being a hero isn’t about carrying a gun or going to war or even about saving a life. The truth is, rarely does the average person get such a blatant opportunity for heroics.

No, it’s much deeper. It’s integrity and character. It’s seeing the evils in this world and at the very least, at the bare minimum, it’s caring about change. Humanity is capable of true greatness. Great acts of good, great acts of evil. And it’s modern mortal heroes (men and women alike) who are charged with changing the world.

We don’t have the mythical super-powered good guys to look to in times of crisis. But there’s a reason we’re so drawn to movies with heroic figures. Movies like The Avengers and The Hunger Games. Because when we watch them we feel inspired to heroics. Even of the smallest kind.

So I say again… I need a hero. But at the same time, I need to become a heroine worthy of such a man, should he one day come knock down my door. Tights, swords, chucks and all.

Hey, a girl can dream!!

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