More from The Sword (but this time, on drugs):
Musicians and thespians tend to have extensive knowledge on the topic, too.
More from The Sword (but this time, on drugs):
Musicians and thespians tend to have extensive knowledge on the topic, too.
I’ve been reading The Sword, a comic series about a paraplegic who found a powerful sword and the three siblings who would do anything to reclaim it. The creators, the Luna Brothers, write realistic characters with intriguing storylines. I loved their two previous works, Ultra and Girls, so I felt compelled to read this new title.
The main character Dara acquired paraplegia after a car accident. She was cured very early on in the title, when she found the sword, but the event reads less like the desire for an abled title character and more like the revelation of the sword’s special abilities. The Luna Brothers do show Dara’s struggle with paraplegia in flashbacks. As I read about her past, I see that her present strength grew from her courage to confront her difficulties.
In these pages, Dara realizes the reality of her situation. When reading, I found this very moving. This is what it was like for me after my car accident. This is reality.
This is how I feel about arrogant, sleazy people using annoying, sleazy pick up techniques (and yes, I have played the player this way):
– Sonja, commenter on The Daily Dish
– Reader response on The Daily Dish
– Jodi Picoult
Chez at Deus Ex Malcontent throws in his two cents on the Sanford affair. While many pundits snicker at Sanford’s hypocrisy—having an affair while having loudly condemned others who had them—Chez sees something sad and human in the entire fiasco.
Love can fail. Relationships don’t last forever.
Chez explains:
I want to believe in a love that lasts forever and can withstand anything — the good times and bad. And for a long time I believed just that. I clung desperately, passionately to the fantasy that there was a “right person” and that being in a committed relationship with her or him — while not without conflict, trauma, and a lot of hard work — would be rewarding in immeasurable ways, because that person would bring out the best parts of you and you would do likewise.
I believed so strongly in that. I don’t anymore.
[...]
Like everything else these days, love is a many fickled thing.
If you don’t think this is true, don’t worry. You’ll eventually find out the hard way.
The comments at the blog take offense at the implication that marriage is a doomed, pointless contract, but I don’t think that is the point at all. The ideal romance doesn’t exist except in stories—and apparently not in the good, memorable ones either. We all know relationships require work, that there will be bad times along with the good.
But, in the end, we all think that love can always save us from the beatings that hound a relationship.
Patty Smyth had it right: Sometimes love just ain’t enough.
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