Mama, I’m a Marvel Whore
Thursday, June 12th, 2008How to know if you’ve become a Marvel whore:
- While changing to workout at the gym, you realize you’re wearing your Incredible Hulk underwear, your oversized vintage Spiderman T-Shirt, and carrying your Iron Man movie promotional water bottle. Also, your trainer has nicknamed you Tony Stark for some reason.
- You’ve been on a date with a guy simply because his screen name was DrkPhnx
- You went to see Elektra in the theatre. Twice. And you bought it (and Ghost Rider) on DVD.
- Your MySpace profile has at least one reference to Captain America dying for MySpace.
- You can remember the names of more mutants than guys you’ve slept with (although, this might also make you the regular kind of whore)
- When visiting Golden Gate Park, you make a joke about the dreaming celestial looking extra shiny today. Nobody else has any idea what you’re talking about.
Only one of those is not a story directly out of my life. Try and guess which one in the comments.
