Well, Marvel went and actually did it. They erased Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson's marriage. As the shock settles in all I have been able to think about it is..."Fuck you, Marvel. Fuck you, very much."
That statement comes not from a Fan Boy, but from a widowed husband and father of a 13 year old boy.
I'm no Marvel Zombie, but I do (or did) read more Marvel books than DC...until now. As of January 10th I made the decision and today, January 11th, I make the official announcement that I will no longer purchase any Marvel Comics products. I'm even going as far as seriously thinking of just selling off all of the Marvel based stuff cluttering up my apartment.
Or maybe I should just throw it away, the way Marvel did a marriage that has lasted 21 years. God (or Joe Quesada) forbid that fictional characters actually grow and under go the inevitable changes that a realistically depicted life would bring about. Let's forget that these stories have some emotional heft to them, that a generation of readers (there are readers of Spider-Man that have only known a married Peter Parker) are left feeling like two of their best friends have gotten a divorce. Intellectually I can understand the need for conflict. Conflict is the engine that drives stories. But emotionally I wonder what this says about human relationships. That they are disposable, meaningless, and can be walked away from and forgotten. Made to have never existed.
I'm just a reader and not even a regular one. I knew this development was coming, so I was already avoiding Spider-Man books on general principle. But now that the moment has arrived I cannot believe the depth of my anger over the treatment of two fictional characters. Yes, it's silly. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, I am far too emotional to rant about how much marriage means to me. How much my own marriage meant to me...and how devestating the death of my wife was to me. Hell, I'm still dealing with it and it's going on five fucking years.
But I don't have to deal with Marvel Comics. So Joe Quesada, I'm not buying Marvel Comics for either myself or my son. You're not getting any of my money. I'm voting for the marriage to return in the only manner I can...with my wallet.
Until then, Fuck you. Fuck you very, very much.
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