As a kid, I was always reading and re-reading The Incredible Hulk. In fact, I have one comic box from my youth entirely filled with nothing but Hulk comics. There was just something about this monstrous hero that I found exciting! However, reading about the Hulk also made me sad. So often he’s the epitome of isolation, feared and rejected by the world, unable to be with those he loves. It’s an odd experience to love a superhero who always makes you feel like you should give them a hug and tell them it’s going to be alright. But the Hulk also fascinates me as a metaphorical example of our anger’s devastative potential. And when I read the Hulk now I wonder…what do I unleash when I get angry? Continue reading
My Comic Relief 