Falling in love with comic-book characters
Thursday, January 17th, 2002 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinturnerOn the bus yesterday I was sitting in front of a pair of teenage girls from the international school next door. They were Turkish but talking in English, so, ever the sociolinguistic observer, I pricked up my ears. Actually, there was so little code-switching (names of foodstuffs were mainly in Turkish) they could have passed for native-speaker Californians with imaginative word-building skills, e.g.
I was about to lose attention after a long discussion of the merits of different boot-types (apparently the 20-hole Dr. Martin's are the coolest) but then they started talking about falling in love withc omic-book characters.
I was about to explode with laughter at the thought of almost-grown women falling in love with comic-book characters, then I remembered that in my twenties I was not only a big fan of The Sandman (along with Hellblazer, 2000 AD and Love and Rockets) but I also had a thing about his sister, Death, a really cute Goth-chick who would summon the souls of then early-departed. She made dying seem so romantic. I also had the hots for Halo Jones, not to mention about half the cast of Love and Rockets. In other words, probably the only thingt hat stops me from falling in love with comic-book characters thesed ays is the lack of a good supply of comics in Ankara. If I see those girls again, I'll ask them where they get their copies of The Sandman. "Sweet Death, kind Death."
Y'know, those boots ... they look soooo cute on you. Like
.... blblblblbmm! ... all kinda .... balloony.
I was about to lose attention after a long discussion of the merits of different boot-types (apparently the 20-hole Dr. Martin's are the coolest) but then they started talking about falling in love withc omic-book characters.
Like, uh, when I was ten I was in love with that Ninja turtle ...
y'know, the red one.
Michelangelo?
Noooo, it was, uh, hang on ... Donatello?
Yeah, Donatello.
Yeah, but anyway, I reckoned my parents wouldn't approve.
Your parents wouldn't approve?
Yeah, so I went for, uh, the purple one instead. But I don't fall in love with
comic-book characters any more.
Not even the Sandman?
Oh, well, yeah, mebbe.
I was about to explode with laughter at the thought of almost-grown women falling in love with comic-book characters, then I remembered that in my twenties I was not only a big fan of The Sandman (along with Hellblazer, 2000 AD and Love and Rockets) but I also had a thing about his sister, Death, a really cute Goth-chick who would summon the souls of then early-departed. She made dying seem so romantic. I also had the hots for Halo Jones, not to mention about half the cast of Love and Rockets. In other words, probably the only thingt hat stops me from falling in love with comic-book characters thesed ays is the lack of a good supply of comics in Ankara. If I see those girls again, I'll ask them where they get their copies of The Sandman. "Sweet Death, kind Death."
