There is a line in the sand. We all must make our choices about where the line is. Then we must defend it or run to the hills. I chose to fight…a middle school girl.
At work I have a Captain America coffee mug. When my day takes a turn for the worse, I stare at Mr. Rogers and wish I was punching Nazis instead of dealing with adult responsibilites. Alas, there are no Nazis to punch, so he gets filled with more coffee. My co-worker saw my mug and mentioned her daughter loved comics, but not Marvel, just DC, mostly because the Flash is her favorite.
This would be fine normally, but then later I was provoked with a text out of the blue. “FYI, she said Captain America will be the next Disney princess since they bought Marvel.” A street fight, I see! I replied, “Tell your daughter I’ll fight her after school. 5 pm. Middle school playground.” I was only half kidding.
Then the second round…”She doesn’t have school tomorrow and she will be too busy reading quality comics to fight you.” OH HELL NO! “Tell her the Flash isn’t real (which I hope all parties know this) and he would have to eat 1,000,000 calories a minute to run that fast and oh by the way, Captain America fights Nazis!” The response? “He doesn’t have to eat that many, he could eat like a more concentrated amount of food due to time and science.”
I sense defense. Time to finish this one off. “Well then he should be on Man vs. Food. That’s really fun to read about. Cap just beat up another Nazi. USA! USA! USA!” This is how I end most texts, by the way. I got no retort. I think I still have to fight her daughter…but I won. America! Then the sadness of realizing I just argued with a middle school girl began to set in. Hmm. I have some work to do in the adult department.