My heroes are imperfect. I do not ask why.
I’ve been in a state of self-analysis lately, determining why I’m willing to put myself in a position of wage-slavery when all of the people whom I admire have avoided such servitude. Not surprisingly, it comes down to courage. They have had the courage to work toward their dreams, and I have not. I hope to change that.
My heroes include:
Spider-Man – I know, he’s not a real person. Maybe I should be idolizing Stan Lee instead for creating him. To me, however, Spider-Man is the perfect hero. He’s a working stiff. Although he is possessed of great intelligence and amazing superhuman abilities, he realizes that his duty and responsibility is to do what no one else can, even at the cost of his own happiness and success. No other comic book hero is as fully realized as a human being as Spider-Man, to this day.
Jack Black, Ron Perlman – Two guys who do not fit the Hollywood ideal, yet have achieved based on that very principle. Jack Black rocked his way to the top and maintained his allegiance to the entirely underrated Kyle Gass. Ron Perlman took what jobs people would offer him early on, relying not on good looks, but on raw talent and determination to, as he puts it, “put his kids through school.” Now, he’s the oldest actor ever to play a superhero.
Joss Whedon, Ben Edlund, J. Michael Straczynski – Gifted writers all, but what makes them truly admirable is their adherence to quality above profit. Each of them continued to work to have their art produced and eventually made their mark on the TV scenes, only to become the upper eschelon of geek idols.