Several years ago I began asking my friends and family to tell me their passwords. I had come to believe that these tiny personalized codes get a bum rap. Yes, I understand why passwords are universally despised: the strains they put on our memory, the endless demand to update them, their sheer number. I hate them, too. But there is more to passwords than their annoyance. In our authorship of them, in the fact that we construct them so that we (and only we) will remember them, they take on secret lives. Many of our passwords are suffused with pathos, mischief, sometimes even poetry. Often they have rich back stories. A motivational mantra, a swipe at the boss, a hidden shrine to a lost love, an inside joke with ourselves, a defining emotional scar — these keepsake passwords, as I came to call them, are like tchotchkes of our inner lives. They derive from anything: Scripture, horoscopes, nicknames, lyrics, book passages. Like a tattoo on a private part of the body, they tend to be intimate, compact and expressive.

There’s no point in us asking for and then celebrating the release of female ongoings if we’re going to sit silently as sales fall and we don’t buy them. I mean, if we can’t make Storm succeed, then why should Marvel announce more?

I’m torn about this (It’s from the CBR message boards), because I get the point the poster is trying to make, but at the same time, I find myself wanting to dismiss the argument and thinking that the answer to “Why should Marvel announce more?” is as simple as “Why shouldn’t they?” Even just the question implies that white male leads are a default setting, which shows a limited/limiting idea of the potential audience out there.

Rachel and Miles X-Plain the X-Men, Episode 31 – Chekhov’s Raygun

Rachel and Miles X-Plain the X-Men, Episode 31 – Chekhov’s Raygun