Who is on the other side of the hero narrative? We (and I mean I) spend a lot of time thinking about and problematizing and wondering about heroes.
Another interesting and maybe more equitable and participatory approach would be to concern our selves over re-seeing the stories of the saved. I mean they are the ones whose stories might be hidden away in rippling layers of cape swooshing over the possibility until they are lifted safely out of danger of being heard or given any credit.
So what if...
We moved our conversation from loving or hating the he--- who? Toward considering the storied lives of the swept off her feet- lifted to safety poor thingified person, who might give insight into the fluidity and tension of lived experience, especially for those of us often peeking over the flexed muscles of Superman.