As a child of the ’80s, I have fond memories of Christopher Reeve as Superman. Though the first movie was released the year I was born, I can still remember the thrill of watching this dreamy superhero swoop in and save the day.
One of my favorite exchanges from that movie is when Lois Lane is falling out of a building, I think, and Superman flies up and catches her.
“Easy, miss,” he says. “I’ve got you.”
A panicked Lois looks down and asks, “You’ve got me? Who’s got you?”
Superman flashes her that swoony smile and a love story was born. (For Lois and women everywhere.)
I love that Lois was not exactly comforted by Superman’s statement. She’d probably never met someone with superpowers before and couldn’t understand how she was being carried through the air by another person who was not being carried by something–or someone–else.
It didn’t make sense, humanly speaking.
Of course, Superman wasn’t exactly human.
Which makes me wonder why I try to be superhuman sometimes.
Read the rest of this post over at Putting on the New, where I blog on the 12th of each month.
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