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ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
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real life is actually a lot like animal crossing because you can change your hair and your clothes but you’re stuck with the face that was given to you by a frog asking you invasive personal questions
john: i thought gay guys were supposed to be like. really good at fashion or whatever.
dirk, wearing knee-high chucks with sweatpants and a fucking batman belt: Is this… not good fashion?
It turned from 0 to 100 real fast
Deadpool and the suicide prevention PSA
Hopefully everyone has gotten a chance to get a copy of Deadpool (2015-) #20 by now.
Obviously, trigger warnings for suicide
So, Deadpool #20 is a standalone issue that specifically targets the issue of suicide and we’re going to jump right to the ending to start off with: the writer’s, Gerry Duggan, message
I don’t actually think it’s outlandish to try to do a helpful story about suicide prevention with Deadpool as the protagonist. Like Duggan said, it wouldn’t be the easiest story to write, but it makes sense in an odd way. Deadpool is probably the most suicidal character ever if only because he is immortal and yet is constantly trying to kill himself and lets people murder him when it’s easier than fighting.
It’s also coincidentally the right time for this type of story with this type of character.
If this story came out in the 90s when Deadpool first debuted I don’t think it would be well received. The bro fans would complain about it being an afterschool special and people in general with think it’s in bad taste for character like Deadpool to be in a PSA like this, that’s Superman’s job (which we’ll get to in a second)
That was a Generation X audience; very disenfranchised, cynical and very angry about it.
This is a millennial audience, very disenfranchised, cynical and resigned to it all.
It’s an unarguable fact that the Baby Boomers are the worst generation ever and so when Generation X came along and got the shit end of their decadence and eventual complacency about civil rights they were understandably angry. Even grunge was pretty angry; you would sing with melancholy “I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me” but this was underlined by rebellion. It was the clapback to the failed “give peace a chance”
Fuck you and your bigoted warmongering capitalism. I’m out, I’m done so why don’t you kill me?
Generation X is the exhausted end of this anger and is clearly exhibited by meme culture. Fuck you, everything’s a joke, how the hell are we can it dig ourselves out of this pit? Might as well kill myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anger and aggression has become the joke. Celebrities are reading “mean comments” on Jimmy Kimmel that say things like “fight me, you piece of shit” and don’t understand that that means “I’m a really big fan of yours and am probably sexually attracted to you”
So why is a character created out of this angry high adrenaline culture the best one to speak to an exasperated culture that mocks angry high adrenaline?
Because he isn’t condescending.
You want to kill yourself? So does everybody else but there’s a lot of stuff on Netflix we still need to get to so let’s try to make the best of it.
Deadpool isn’t a happy person telling sad people to cheer up.
Arguably the most popular/cited superhero comic about suicide prevention was made for Generation X audience in 2006’s All-Star Superman #10
It was effective for a lot of people and pleasantly regarded by the general public but some people didn’t like it.
I’m obviously arguing that if this were to come out now the majority of people wouldn’t like it.
This girl is a complete stereotype. She could easily be the poster girl for the “rebellious” trope.
You can totally tell she’s depressed because look how dark her clothes are.
And then Superman comes along knowing fuck all about her giving her a shallow complement based on absolutely nothing and then hugs her.
He tells her it’s not that bad.
It is bad.
Things are really bad.
I think Deadpool #20 is better even if it only conveys camaraderie in the badness.
The cover alone conveys that
Deadpool sees a girl, conventionally attractive but within ordinary aesthetic, about to jump to her death
He jokes about it in a very deadpan and abysmal millennial way. Much like Superman, Deadpool knows nothing about this girl but he doesn’t condescend to her
He’s not the right guy for the job
He doesn’t know her or have any stake in her well-being
He doesn’t belittle her decision but implores her to give it a little time
What does Deadpool know best? Showtunes and beating people up so he does what he knows best and the distraction gives her the ability to feel and just do something, anything
Then what? He still doesn’t know what the right thing to do or say is. There is no right thing to do or say. He gives for the resources to talk to people that have at least been trying to figure out the best way to help in this situation longer than he has
He doesn’t force her to use these resources and he offers to go with her as an equal
As a few people pointed out, going into inpatient care is not fun, nor is any other option. The problems are numerous and frightening but we have to make do until we can build better systems, but that’s not really the point of the comic. It’s how to handle these things in the current system and when you have no idea what to do. Whether it was because the Deadpool team got consultants on the issue of whether they lucked into it I believe they nailed it.
It’s not an comic that will prevent someone from committing suicide, in my opinion, but it’s an comic that will help people know how to better react to their loved ones who are suicidal.
We’ve discussed suicide extensively on this blog from many angles and the consensus has always been that what helps is when people don’t condescend to you, don’t just tell you to feel better, don’t invalidate your right to do what you want with your body. What helps is being there, as an equal, to consider the decision further.
You may want to kill yourself and you have the right to do that but remember that you don’t have to do it right now. You will still have the option tomorrow or the day after. It is a huge and final decision and you need to consider it as clearheaded as possible. Do something fun or mundane and just distracting to get you through the next few minutes or hours and then explore all your options.
A suicide hotline might not work for you, nor will a hospital but they are options that are not permanent. You can try them. If suicide is really the right decision for you it will still be an option after you explore these avenues.
Remember, you can always make the decision tomorrow. Give today a chance.
It started like most things do: for profit. A scientific experiment, run by a corporation, with little oversight and little ethical attention. A pack of ambitious men and women in a room, a voided lightless room, pounding out science like a hammer against a nail. Effortless, forthcoming, senseless, progressive. It was unfathomable what they accomplished, what they were able to do with three years time and an unlimited bankroll. It was unlimited power to create and destroy.
How does it really work?
Our brain speaks a language, just like English or French or Mandarin. They called it Neuronic, after the cells that make up our brain. The key to understanding the language was being able to get a composite picture of the entire neural network, but that required being able to track each neuron’s position and path in real time. And finally we were able to do that.
Nanotech?
Yes, nanomaterials, to be more precise. They called it a rider, because it would attach onto any unoccupied neuron and ride it virtually forever, all the while pinging information back outside the body. It was incredible science.
All that remained was to figure out the cipher–which neurons corresponded with which functions–and then Pandora’s box would be opened up completely. They accomplished this in just a few months of testing. Of course, each person is different, and their neurons corresponded differently, but when you zoom out wider and farther, our brains all speak the same language, with just slightly different dialects.
So that was it? The era of thoughtlessness was over?
No, far from it. The technology worked, but it couldn’t be applied to anyone–only those who had injected the riders inside of them, either with or without their consent.
Then we were injected?
No, hold on, I’m getting there.
Sorry.
It’s okay, I know you can’t help yourself. They knew that this wouldn’t go anywhere unless they could market it as actually having a use. That is, they knew people wouldn’t buy a library card if there were no open books. They needed a way to open most or all of the books.
How’d they do it?
That’s the thing: no one knows. Most think they made the riders replicating and self-sufficient–able to float through the air and enter new hosts. Others think they simply poured enough into the major water streams and let time do its work. You could hold all the riders in all the Earth in the palm of your hand and not even see them. That’s how infinitesimally small these things are. All they needed to do was make them able to find new bodies.
Wasn’t this illegal?
What, infecting the entire world with nanomaterials that would betray your thoughts and feelings? I’m sure it was, but what can you do? Take the corporations to court while all the lawyers’ and judges’ and juries’ worst thoughts were portrayed to everyone who had access to them, everyone who had bought their way into the elite, purchased a superhuman power?
It was chaos at first. The rider translators were prohibitively expensive, on purpose, and only the most affluent few in the world could afford the privilege of looking into the heads of others. Almost every politician was thrown out of office, almost every celebrity or public person was cast in a horrible light over something they had mindlessly thought when someone was in range with a translator. You know, the wealthy used to hire these people to follow other people around. The new age thought paparazzi, the nightmares of everyone who was worth exposing.
Couldn’t they block it? Block the riders, or get rid of them?
The riders, no, those are impenetrable. But people tried everything: diets, surgeries, horrible devices and treatments, but nothing worked at all. The only option was to try to block the translators, either by getting out of range or attempting to mix up the signal. These were…. moderately successful at first, but the corporations kept churning out better and better translators, larger ranges and stronger pathways. Eventually, there was only one sure way to get some instance of peace.
Getting rid of the translators?
Yes, unfortunately. People started figuring out that they needed to destroy the translator devices themselves. Keep in mind, these were fed up people whose lives were all but destroyed. The tragedy was that the corporations had started permanently planting these in people’s ears. It was a gruesome and bloody year. Neighbors and friends turned on each other, even when they weren’t sure if they had them or not. The destruction of many of the devices and the danger that came with wearing one prompted the corporations to keep lowering the price, until eventually almost all but the poorest people had them. Now everyone could be betrayed and everyone could be betray.
So that’s why we have live in a state of equality now? When everyone can know everything about everyone, doesn’t that mean a level playing field?
No, doesn’t it just expose everything? Am I equal because I have equal information, or am I just more informed of my own inequality? Hey, it’s 7:00 here in the states. What time is it over there for you, again?
Midnight.
Time for bed then, isn’t it?
Ah, Dad, tell me more…
I’ll think with you more tomorrow. Be good for your mom.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
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shout out to artists who feel like they have no where to go because art is all they have even though it never gets attention
shout out to artists who JUST got a tablet as an adult because theyve never had rich parents to get them every little art supply they wanted
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shout out to artists who feel like giving up everyday because they feel like they will always be outshined by other popular artists
you’re not alone. You can do this. It’s not a race, even if it feels like it a lot.
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