Carol Appreciation: A Love Letter
Yup, more Carol Appreciation. Just one more post to go after this one!
- Megan Byrd’s review of Captain Marvel #1
- Valtyr’s ode to Ultimate Carol
- Garrideb’s look at Carol and female friendship
Damalur of Fuck Yeah Carol Danvers hit me in my Carol feels with this one:
When I walked into my comics shop on Wednesday, the owner–goes by the name of Steve, rarely seen without his Captain America shirt–greeted me with, “Hey, Captain Marvel day!” I resisted the urge to respond with a grabbing motion and instead went to dig through his backstock. “You know,” he added, “I’ve been meaning to ask what it is that draws you to that character.”
I stammered out something along the lines of, “Well, you know, she–she has a cat named Chewbacca, and she’s a pilot and my mom’s a pilot, so–and I like that every time she’s knocked down, she gets back up. Um, also editorially.”
It’s difficult to pinpoint why we’re drawn to our favorites. Some combination of luck and timing? The characteristics her or she have collected from a dozen writers over fifty years? That one team-up with Wolverine? I didn’t pay much attention to Carol Danvers for the first decade of my sequential life, except in as much as she was a part of Rogue’s story. In fact, I didn’t pay her any attention at all until I was nineteen, off at my first year of college, suffering from depression and a whole host of related complications that looked worse on paper but were really nothing more than symptoms. I needed a hero.
