I thought for a while that my son would never be interested in my comics. I was afraid they would just represent another club he couldn’t join: all those big-jawed white guys with their hair parted to the side. But thanks to Spider-Man, my son imagines himself jumping on giant robots and saving the city. I hear him doing that behind the door of his room.” —
I got to meet Miles at a convention last summer. Not some kid in a costume. But Miles.
There’s this kid at our booth. I’d guess around 11 years old. He had been by the booth solo a couple times already. This time he had an adult.
“This one dad. This is the new Spider-Man.”
“Uh, huh.” his dad was singularly unimpressed with Spidey.
“No dad see,” and he points to one where Miles has the mask off, “He’s half black and half Mexican.” the kid is just beaming.
Dad starts to smile. This is about when a lady walks up, she puts her arm around dad and the kid says hi to mom.
Here’s the thing. This kid’s dad is Hispanic and mom is black. Miles was literally showing him he could be Spider-Man.
This isn’t me wanting to grow up and be Storm. This isn’t me wanting to be Captain America. Those are characters that are like me, kind of. But I have tons of characters that are “just like me”. That’s my white girl privilege.
Miles, beyond being a super awesome Spider-Man is a super awesome role model. This is a character that says, you exist AND you can be a hero.
Miles is the reason I am so passionate about representation in comics. Because I saw that little boy’s face and the pride in having himself matter enough, his family matters enough, to be shown in comics.
The kid and I had a lovely chat about Miles and how awesome he was. His dad asked for info on the comics so he could try & find the back issues for his son. It is pretty much my best memory of that convention.
I started reading Miles because I was interested in a different take on Spidey. I kept reading because Miles is AWESOME. I will continue reading so that kid keeps being able to see himself in the pages of a comic.
So my driving instructor texted me, and I was walking so I just typed ‘Ok’ and hit send and then I looked at it and was like WHAT
But as it turns out, my friends are entirely responsible for turning ‘Ok’ into a shortcut.
but what did your driving instructor say
hot people are always hotter when you find out how nice they are