My dear readers, I’ve started a new TV show: Marvel’s Agent Carter.
To be completely honest I didn’t really like it when I watched the first time. I wanted to give up after twenty minutes into the first episode.
However, since I’m very tired lately, I let it go not really minding what I was watching.
It was when following the third episode (and I leave my mind open to change my opinion in the future because of this) that I got the point of the show, no better, of the character.
I love Marvel’s superheroes, just because they are people with special powers and big problems. But even more because the majority of them are thorn by feelings and issues.
Peggy Carter, however, is one of the few Marvel’s characters to be powerless. Of course if we consider the typical and universally accepted definition of superpowers.
Maybe we forget that the important and decisive detail sometimes is the point of view of those whom are saved and helped by the hero.
Maybe the whole concept of superpower and superhero is relative and associated to different points of view and opinions.
Agent Carter is set in the 50s, when women were seen as useful as wallpaper and maybe good only for cooking and reproducing the human specie.
Peggy is a special agent, the only woman in a men lead department. She’s smart, intuitive and fights like a man.
So, why is she special then?
She has no superpowers, true, but at the same time she can use and take advantage of her situation.
Walking in a men’s world, not only she’s content in being unseen and underestimated but she pushes her disadvantage to the limit in order to accomplish her mission.
Once reached this conclusion I kept watching the show with great satisfaction and a new eye.
It’s a great and powerful message in my opinion.
I felt amused in watching how a great bunch of self confident and narrow-minded people were easily tricked by an innocent, silly, fragile woman!!!
But then again, this is something that happens every day if you think about that.
The only difference is the reaction of each individual to the adversities.
Anybody can be a hero, at least for one particular person.
A mother could be a hero, a sister, a son, a daughter, a brother, a father, a bartender, a milkman can be the hero and save someone else’s day.
The whole point of my post here is that I understand now that there are two meanings to the word superhero: one is the traditional, Spiderman like meaning; the other one, and maybe the more important, is the title that each and everyone of us give to people who fight till death to live on despite the adversities and possibly helping a bunch of other human beings along the way.
What do you think? Let me know in the comments below!
Who’s your personal superhero?