Rogue Element #133: Changes
By Avril Kulla
Change is a controversial topic to say the least. Change can be good, bad, meh and everything in between and outside the spectrum. Hell, change IS the spectrum; it is whatever it wants to be, takes whatever form, breaks through previously impenetrable barriers. Change should never be taken lightly, except for when it should. Change is complicated, simplistic, fun and terrifying to behold. Change is one of the most powerful forces in the universe, right up there with love, because anyone and everyone can wield it. We all certainly experience it, but we can choose how much we actively practice it.
Personally, I’m scared shitless of change, a character flaw I can more easily acknowledge than overcome. “I know what I like, and I like what I know,” a television character once said. Of course she was discussing Mac versus PC whereas I apply those words to almost everything in my life. The unknown is pants-wettingly terrifying, and what’s so wrong with the way things are now? Is change strictly necessary when life is maintaining a decent status quo? What is so special about change?
Everything, and nothing. Change is needed just as often as it is not, and it is welcomed as often it is shunned. However, it has to happen for there to be forward motion. I’ve been discussing forward motion a lot lately; my husband is a big fan of it. As much as I kick, scream, dig my heels in and clutch onto the hallway bannister lest I be pulled into the fiery pits of lava (sorry about that Dad, but it was totally Chels’ fault as well) I have come to accept, embrace and soon practice the idea of forward motion.
Marvel Comics has been floundering a bit lately. Whereas their movies and television shows have reached new heights (suck it, DC), many of the books I read have reached new lows. While I continue to collect my books I wasn’t reading them as often and recently found myself with a large stack of comics awaiting my perusal. When I finally sat down with my various titles surrounding me like a witches’ circle of pretty colors and ‘Pows!’ I felt that familiar tingle: the excitement thrumming in my veins as I prepared to ride along another impassioned adventure in a world of mutant powers, flying heroes and lovable guardians who are saving lives all up and down this galaxy. I was pumped and couldn’t wait to read what happened next.
I cannot say I was disappointed (I’m as horrified of that word, or more accurately provoking that word from my loved ones, as I am of change) because I did still enjoy a majority of my books, but I was slightly disillusioned. My X-Men are not consistently my favorite characters to read at this time, which is discombobulating to say the least. X-Men are the reason I started reading comics in the first place. For years they were all I read, through thick and thin, good stories/art and bad stories/art. It took me years to branch out, because why would I? The X-Men are the best superheroes in the world; the team and their powers are so varied there’s always something new and exciting to read about. Over fifty years old and there are still fresh stories to be told, even with the original team. Sure, three of them are dead (for the moment; as they say in the X-Men, that trick never works) and the other three have gone through more looks and personality changes than Cher and Madonna’s love child, but hey, that’s comics for you.
Point is, I’ve been in a relationship with the X-Men for over twenty years and I’ve seen and put up with a lot of shit, but I’ve kept reading because there are always new writers and artists who can take the characters and stories in unique directions. When they’re on I savor it, when they’re off I ride it out until the next creative team takes the wheel. I’ve always read the X-Men because captivating or crappy, they’ve always been there to read.
Soon, however, they may not.
I recently glanced at an article on a comic website which had a tally of the titles Marvel will be releasing come the fall after yet another revamp of sorts, and there were no specific X-Men titles. Now it did state that this was likely not a complete list, and there are still X-Men out and about (Rogue and Cable are on the Uncanny Avengers team, which will continue in October), but there remains the possibility that the X-Men, as a team and a book, are no more. This change is…challenging for me to accept.
Nothing is finalized yet, but I’m an ‘assume the glass is half empty so if it’s not I’ll be happy and if it is I’ll at least not be surprised’ kind of gal, so I am trying to mentally prepare myself. The truth is lately if I decide to reread a story it’s typically not a recent X-Men title. I’ll read ‘Transmetropolitan’ until I break the spines, I have enough ‘Harry Potter’ in my head to kick ass at trivia (go team Pet My Niffler!) and I may have read ‘Fray’ almost as much as I watched ‘Buffy,’ but there are few recent X-Men story arcs I have a craving to revisit. Older ones, such as Joss Whedon’s run, House of M, the classic ‘90s issues and the first couple years of Gambit’s solo title, I’ll reread the crap outta those comics, so maybe that’s telling. I’ll always have my favorites to dip back into; nothing can take away how those adventures and relationships can still make me feel. Therefore it may not be the worst thing in the world if Marvel moved on from the X-Men for a spell, and in that forward motion they may find each other once more down the road, and build something new.
The X-Men not only introduced me to the marvelous macrocosm of the mutant universe, they introduced me to comics, an entertainment medium I continue to adore. Though it took me a bit of time I did start to explore other aspects of the comic world besides the X-Men one to which I was born, and while I still dig me some superheroes some of my favorite books now are of the non-powered variety.
Forward motion. I’m preparing to commit to the biggest change I’ve ever, and likely will ever, experience, so talking comics may seem a little trivial in comparison, and yet it has its importance as well. I’m not there yet (calm down, everyone) but if all goes to plan someday soon I may be someone’s mother, teaching them about change and love and comics. Nothing lasts forever even though comics can make it feel that way sometimes (Captain America was first printed 75 years ago and that sucker is still going strong), but there’s also no better place to learn about the joy and pains of change then between those glossy pages where anything can, has and will happen. So for now I look for merriment in my forward motion and say with my glass and head held high, cheers to change.