|And that's what matters most, isn't it, Ralph?|
You getting applause...?
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Where was I? Oh, yes; making the point that the Dibny's --the sainted sacrificial goats of the Silver Age -- were terrible people.
Did you know Ralph was the only super-hero who publicly revealed his true identity?
|"I WON you! Like the lottery! And, like the lottery, you come with a lifetime supply of MONEY!"|
Ralph was a vain, self-centered jackass. Sue was an air-headed heiress who spent all her time shopping and laughing at Ralph's pretentions to fame. This is not some later interpretation by a cruel, crude writer; this is how they were created. All these panels are from 1964.
|Sue can barely contain her laughter at Ralph making a fool of himself.|
"Sure, honey; tell 'em who you are. THEN we'll see what they say! *snort*"
Sue may not have a superpower (that she drinks from a bottle) but she does have Olympic-level passive-aggressive emasculation and derision skills. She trained with Iris West.
|"I'm sure SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE must have heard of you!"|
Holy crap, these two make Diana and Ching look like a mutual admiration society.
"Maybe you can HIRE someone to tell people who you are, so that I don't have to listen you to do in 24/7!" Sue, born into fame and wealth as the heiress to the Dearborn fortune, is always amused by Ralph's bourgeois pretensions.
You think they were some kind of crime-solving duo, don't you? Ha. Think again. Sue has little time for Ralph's grubby field work, and would go shopping or to the theater while Ralph was doing his goofy, stretchy detecting.
|"Here's a wad of cash that was in the glove compartment; knock yerself out."|
"ooo! Great, honey! Hey, wait...! WHO'S GOING TO DRIVE MY CAR??!"
|Because that's what matters most, Ralph.|
|World-famous elongated douchebag.|
The Dibnys were terrible people, and your memories of them are false.
Here's a little haiku for Haikuesday. I call it, "Because You're Rich!"
WINNING YOU WAS REALLY THE
HIGH POINT OF MY LIFE!
What haiku can you compose condemning the Dibnys, the heralds of our current culture of fame-seeking?