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I survived! Now where’s my tshirt?

Yesterday was probably one of the busiest days I’ve had in awhile, and yet, I know that it’s just the warm up to what the next 14 years will be like.

Aside from the usual dropping the kids off at both schools and pick them up routine, I also had to take them both to the allergist (for the Little Kidlet’s annual checkup- more on that in a bit) and after that, I had to go to Back to School night for the Oldest Kidlet.

Now, the allergist. I’m not sure if I blogged at length about LK’s allergy struggles, but we were referred to this allergist by a dermatologist- and I’m quite happy with him. He’s attentive, great with kids, and doesn’t treat me like I have no clue what’s I’m doing. Yes, I’ve had enough doctors who act like I don’t really know what’s going on with myself or my kids, that I get a little wary.

We had a great year, allergy-wise. Only a couple of breakouts (hives) and we didn’t need to use the epi-pen at all. So we’re going to retest his allergies and do the scratch test. I know that they aren’t 100% accurate, but it should give us a place to start for this upcoming year. I hope that he can have eggs. While any of the allergies would open up his world… egg definitely would make life easier. (He’d be able to have Udi’s breads)

Back to School Night was interesting. At the private school, the opening remarks are held in the gym and everyone is silent the second that any started to speak. At the elementary school, they were held at the lunch tables and people were only quiet when the principal was talking, but kept conversations going when one of the teachers was translating in Spanish and when the PTA head and Dad’s Club head were talking. Lots of parents brought their kids, but nobody asked them to be quiet.

Yes, I was thoroughly bothered by the rudeness of it all. No, the opening remarks aren’t all that exciting, but you’re supposed politely listen to them and maybe you’ll learn something.

I learned that they were just starting a special dress day each week. On Thursdays, instead of the uniform, kids can wear college apparel. Meaning, they can bust out their UCLA tshirts & jackets. Or in Oldest Kidlet’s case, University of Arizona (Go Wildcats!) and University of Hawaii (a gift from his uncle, who went to Hawaii on vacation). We live in a house of UCLA fans (and a USC fan) and nobody has bought them clothes. I’d be disappointed, but the boys both love their Wildcat shirts.

I also got to meet the Oldest Kidlet’s girlfriend. Well, possible girlfriend. She sits next to him (at the smart kids’ table), and they’re apparently inseparable at recess. He’s told me that she’s beautiful a few times. I started to think that this was all too young for love, and then I remembered that I’d wanted to get married in preschool. Ah, young love.

I came home, and crashed. I’m paying for it all today- I’m already on my second chai latte. Hopefully I can keep the caffeinated buzz going so that I don’t crash.

Tuesday, and my brain is everywhere.

I finally got my Pottermore email. So far I’m loving what I’m seeing. I had a blast shopping on Diagon Alley- I bought a tabby cat for my pet. For those who are surprised- my first cat was named Griffin. He was a sweet little tabby. Well, sweet to me. He sort of hated anyone he thought was a threat to me, and tolerated both TheBoy and Jerad because they were close to me) My wand is an 11 inch Aspen, Unicorn Hair, unbending wand. Which apparently means I’m stubborn and compensating for being short. But that I’m rather unlikely to fall to the Dark Arts.

Also, I’m in Slytherin. As I should be.

I haven’t had a chance to do much more- like add people, since the site keeps going down. I am a little tired of seeing this:
Due to high levels of demand, we are currently restricting access to Pottermore.  Please come back later and try again.

Elsewhere in my life, we’ve started to settle into a routine. I drop the boys off at their schools, run any errands I might need to, and then come home to try to write (or in the case of today, to try to get myself sorted in Pottermore). Then I pick up the Little Kidlet from preschool, we come home and have lunch. Then after a little while it’s off to pick up his big brother from kindergarten, and then we come home, tackle homework and enjoy the afternoon.

Right now, where I’m enjoying some alone time upstairs. By myself. Oh right, that’s the definition of alone time, isn’t it? Well, TheBoy has been wonderful in trying to give me a bit of a breather. While today has been a pretty straightforward day, it’s always good to be able to catch my breath in case tonight winds up being a long night.

One last thing to leave you with – a 7 year old’s thoughts on DC’s “New” Starfire. If you’re unfamiliar with this issue- Starfire, a character who has been extremely popular in her tween incarnation on the “Teen Titans” animated series, as well as popular as a teen/adult in the DC Universe (DCU) was introduced in the reboot in “Red Hood and the Outlaws”. Only instead of the alien who was very much into love in all forms, she’s now about emotionless amnesiac sex- and striking cheesecake poses for nobody in particular. Lots of people are not happy- since even DC was saying that female fans should be happy because while not all their female superheroes were going to make it into the new DCU, favorites like Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Batwoman, Zatanna and Starfire would.

I should point out that I’m much more upset about this than I am about the Catwoman debacle (where Catwoman and Batman had sex in a rather fanfic-type panel in the book). My biggest issue with Catwoman is that she was still wearing most of the catsuit and supposedly having sex… and that’s just not humanly possible. Do I think they should have had it in the first issue? No. Have I long assumed that they were sneaking off for rooftop sex? Yeah.

Dear Pottermore

Dear Pottermore,

I struggled to find the Magical Quill to gain early entry to Pottermore (mostly because the first few were released at times that were good for people in the UK, but not so wonderful for a West Coaster like me), but I did it! I have my first email congratulating me and a username that I hope I can remember.

I watched as my friends have gushed over how exciting it was to be sorted, even posting YouTube videos to rub it in that they got in the House they always maintained they’d be in, when others were sorted elsewhere.

I’ve waited, and waited.

I checked my spam folder regularly to make sure my official welcome didn’t get routed there. I even tried to log in, you know- just in case that welcome email magically disappeared. We are talking the Harry Potter Universe. But no, I’m not welcome yet.

I’ve blamed house elves, goblins and even faeries. But really, Pottermore… you’ve just reduced me to being upset that I was promised an advanced look at your site before it opens to the general public in October. That’s right. It’s September 24th, and I still haven’t gotten my email.

Oh, I know. All this disappointment will be forgotten when I can access the site at last. I’m sure of it. But seriously. What was the point of even trying to get the Magical Quill at this point?

Sincerely Yours,
CrimsonFlame34 aka Whitney

(I know, whining is something I don’t recommend my kids do- but I got my first email on August 5th. I think almost two months of patience is fairly commendable here)

OH HAPPY DAY. It is now Tuesday, and I got my email welcoming me into Pottermore. I made it to the sorting hat and…. I’m a Slytherin! This should surprise no one. I’m ambitious, I like being at the center of things. Remember, Slytherin does not equal evil.

The Wired Mom’s Rules for Twitter

I know, I’m not an expert on Twitter. I don’t have a zillion followers. But I do use Twitter regularly, and follow a wide variety of people- friends, companies, celebrities.

After almost 5 years on Twitter (I know, I can’t believe it), I’ve set up these rules for myself that I use as a little bit of a guideline for who I follow.

1. Don’t be shy! I know, this probably seems as funny advice coming from someone with social anxiety issues. But Twitter really only works if you want to engage people on a personal scale. A big pet peeve of mine is when individuals and brands just post messages and don’t seem to reply to people. Think of Twitter in real life terms. Would you want to hang out with someone who only talked about themselves and never actually talked to you?

2. Use DMs sparingly. Direct Messages are a great way to take conversations private. They’re necessary to share more personal information like emails or phone numbers. But a lot of users overdo it.

I don’t want to get a thank you DM for following you. You might think it’s being polite, but I see it as impersonal because you likely have a plugin auto-tweeting it for you. But that isn’t as bad as the next one.

I don’t want to get DM ads. Plug your site/product in your stream, not my Inbox. A lot of Twitter users have it set up so that they get emails or texts when they’re DM’d because they think of them as being more important. Do you like getting ads in your email or text messages? I didn’t think so. I got one this week from a gentleman plugging the application he’s created… “because I’m a tech savvy mom.” There was absolutely nothing to make this something he couldn’t have just @replied to me with. I could understand if there was a coupon code. But it was an out and out ad, and I unfollowed him immediately.

3. Don’t follow everyone who follows you. This is where I probably veer from everyone else, but I follow people I want to engage. A lot of people will follow you because they want you to use their service or visit their business- but followers are just a number. To me, if I see someone that follows everyone who follows them- it seems like they’re just on Twitter to get an ego boost. I would much rather have a smaller circle that I really interact with than follow a ton of people who probably don’t care much about me.

I know, there are some great clients out there that allow you to follow a lot of people using lists… but make sure it’s something you can handle if that magic client bites the dust.

4. Don’t beg. Nothing weirds me out more than the people who tweet celebrities and beg them to follow them. Guess what, if you want a celeb to follow you, begging them repeatedly to follow your account is probably just going to get you blocked. (I also stay away from people who beg celebrities to follow them)

5. Be yourself. I’m not going to pretend I’m anything other than I am. I’m a lot of things, so I’m all over the place. I’ve read a lot of people that say that isn’t the way to build your personal brand… but screw it. It’s me. I’m a geek, I only sort of game (My favorite game will always be Ocarina of Time), I have two kids, I cook, I cheat on my gluten-free diet. I’m not going to limit myself to talking about just one of them to be “more successful.” After all, I’m on Twitter to have fun.

6. Obey Wheaton’s Law. If you don’t know Wil Wheaton’s (@wilw) law, it’s simple. Don’t be a dick. It’s a good rule to have anywhere, not just the internet.

So those are my rules, Internet. I tend to try to follow people that seem to feel the same way I do. I take chances on following people I don’t know personally, and try to interact with them. I care less about the quantity of followers I have, but the quality of the ones I do.

Think I’m crazy for my rules, have a couple you’d like to add? Let me know in the comments!

Julie Bowen, I get you.

Julie Bowen of Modern Family is coming under fire for her very candid comments on being a mother.

At the Governor’s Ball last night, Bowen had this to say to US Magazine:

“If I wasn’t a mom, I think it’d be harder to understand what it is to live with a child and hate and love them all at once. Claire does that with her kids, and I do that with mine.

I love them so much. There’s always this undercurrent of love, but there are moments when I really wouldn’t mind if a giant hook just pulled them off the stage of my life! I think that’s how Claire feels. But if I wasn’t a parent, I think that dichotomy would confuse me.”

At lot of people think it’s ridiculous that she said she hates her children… but they’re missing the point. Julie, I get you.

She even says in the quote that she doesn’t actually hate them, but it’s the easiest way to articulate that no matter how much you love your children, there are plenty of times that they get under your skin and you wish you had a Delorean or TARDIS to go back and start a childless life. Or that there were in fact groups of nomads* or traveling circuses roaming through suburban America that you could sell your children to.

For some reason, society doesn’t like for moms to admit that sometimes they wish they had childfree lives again. But it’s unreal to think that all children are perfect angels, and that parents aren’t going to be overwhelmed at some moment in time.

I get it. When the boys have been fighting all day long, and nobody wants to listen to me, I’ve uttered this phrase to my husband… and he gets it too. “WTB TARDIS” (For the non gamers, when you’re looking to buy an item in a MMORPG you usually say WTB [item], short for “want to buy”) I also use “Calgon, take me away,” but surprisingly, even fewer people get that one.

Regardless, nobody should be coming down on Julie Bowen for actually being candid about the difficulties of being a parent. It’s refreshing compared to the people who make it seem like their children have no faults and that they have no issues juggling a career and parenthood (or for that matter, stay at home moms who pretend that they have no issues either). Maybe we should all be a little more honest with each other and ourselves.

*Yes, groups of nomads. Someone pointed out that I was being awfully PC in not just using gypsies, but in all fairness- I’d sell my kids to the Roma or Bedouins. Any nomadic group will do, fantasy-wise, so long as I get a monetary return.

A Tale of Two Schools.

My boys go to two different schools. Not entirely uncommon since one is in preschool and the other in kindergarten, but these two schools feel like two different worlds entirely.

The preschool is attached to a private K-8 school. We’d thought about sending the Oldest Kidlet there for kindergarten, but it just wasn’t feasible for a lot of reasons. So instead, the Oldest Kidlet goes to the public school right around the corner.

Now, the preschool. I became accustomed to the fact that I was poor compared to most of the people whose children (yes, children) went to the private school. Mom or Dad would drop them off in their luxury cars, and then mill around and talk. They would cluster in groups- the parents who had multiple children and had been there awhile, the Booster club parents, and the rich as all hell parents.

All regarded me with a little disdain.

Last year at Back to School night, I was dropped off by my father in law (at the time, TheBoy and I were sharing his Saturn, which he needed to take to work) and found a spot on the bleachers in the school gym. I entertained myself with Twitter on my phone, the lone parent with their phone out. I looked around and realized that I was the youngest parent in there. Nobody else looked 30 or younger. I later learned there are a couple of parents my age, but I guess they skipped Back to School night. (This year, I wasn’t the only parent killing time on a smartphone, but I still seemed like the youngest parent)

Not only that, I stuck out like a sore thumb with my distressed jeans and pixel pirate t-shirt. Passing an exceptionally tall 8th grader, I realized that I looked like a student.

Nobody at the preschool asked my age. It was on my paperwork after all. But I got looks from the other parents. Looks I’d become used to getting when I was pregnant. People assumed I was barely out of my teens and a mom. Great. Ageism all over again.

I befriended a few parents from OK’s preschool class over the year so that I had someone to talk to during the class programs, and that was about it. If they wanted to look down on my modest minivan, then that was fine. If they didn’t like my knee high boots and skinny jeans, that was fine too.

So I steeled myself for something similar when OK started kindergarten. And I felt as though I’d gone through the looking glass. My year old minivan was eyed, to be sure, but with looks of envy. I am definitely not the youngest parent in the kindergarten class. And one mom told me she was surprised I was so nice- she thought I’d be bitchy because I was a stay at home mom, and she had to work at Carl’s Jr (the implication that we have more money). Which completely blew my mind. Someone thought I’d be looking down at them.

I do still get odd looks for the skinny jeans, and haven’t yet sprung the boots on them- but that’s to be expected. That’s less about social standing, and everything to do with pant size. I’m used to that.

It’s odd, traveling between these two worlds, but it’s not entirely new. I used to work at an ad agency, and would show up in my Old Navy business casual wear, and from little boutique discount places. The higher ups would be carrying their Coach bags, and talk about their fabulous vacations to places I knew TheBoy and I couldn’t afford. We lived in a not-so-great neighborhood, and they lived in fabulous apartment complexes.

I feel like I’m visiting when I’m at the private school. I feel welcomed at the public school.

But of course, it isn’t about me in the end. The boys are blissfully unaware that some people have more money than others. In the end it’s about going to school, having fun and making friends- which really is all I could ask for.

Torchwood : Miracle Day

As River Song would say, “Spoilers.” As in, this post will be full of them if you haven’t seen Torchwood Miracle Day. So… stop now, especially if you haven’t seen the finale.

Last chance, I warn you!

I liked it. The concept was solid, and I enjoyed the more adult yet very much Doctor Who vibe of Torchwood.

The entire series felt a bit bloated. About writing, I’ve been told time and time again that you need to cut things back to the bare bones and then add in moments here and there to keep pacing up. Miracle Day felt as though they just kept adding. Either that or they had a template in place and had a couple episodes added to the order late in the game. Either way, there were a few episodes that felt like fillers with a few important bits thrown in.

Oswald Danes was a problem. Pullman did a great job as a villain, but it felt like the series spent too much time on him- and it was all to give Jack something to do that wasn’t dangerous for the only mortal man on the planet. Instead of viewers wondering what Danes’ motivation was, it was laid out for us early on. Jack met with him and pointed out that Danes simply just wanted to die. Everything involving him (other than that great fight between him and Jilly) lost it’s steam because we had all the answers right away. Though really, his bizarre death speech was so over the top, it was great.

Another problem was the huge amount of time devoted to Jack’s lover, Italian Guy, who really only existed as the vehicle for the Family to get Jack’s blood in the past. And to later serve as the way to get Torchwood headed in the right direction. It just… felt like a huge waste of time. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with a gay love story in a show- I just didn’t believe the chemistry, and it felt like filler.

Nor did I like the instances where the team was separated, but learned the same information simultaneously. I understood separating Gwen from the rest of the team when she went to the camp in Wales to find her father (plot-wise, there needed to be a reason for Vera to go along when she wasn’t in Torchwood. Plus, it gave us more of a global picture of how the procedures were being handled). But was it necessary to have her figure out that they were going to burn the Category 1′s at the precise moment Rex & Co in California found it out? I would argue that it would have been stronger if Gwen had found out earlier, so that we knew what the stakes were when Dr. Juarez was put in the module, and knew all along.

I honestly don’t mind not understanding what the Blessing really was or how it worked. The whole point was understanding that you could reverse it. Though it was explained that it was the giant hole in the earth that somehow emitted the morphic fields that allowed “the Miracle” to take place.

I actually liked Rex, though I could have done with a little less typical American, and a little more of the tough guy struggling with still being alive. No, I don’t mind him being immortal now, too. Considering how the Blessing worked… there was no other logical outcome for him. Besides, it ended the season with a laugh.

I am mad that they killed Esther. I wouldn’t have minded her dying in the first four episodes (mostly because she just couldn’t seem to wrap her head around what clandestine meant), but I really enjoyed seeing her finally get her act together and grow up. I am mad that they killed Vera Juarez, a smart & sexy woman, by making her suddenly unaware that the skeezy man who’d been making misogynistic comments to her might be about to snap. There was nothing about him that didn’t scream “I hate women” in a skin wearing sort of way. To add insult to injury, both of their deaths were less about them and more about motivating Rex to do something. Forget Women in Refrigerators, here we have a Woman in an Oven. (And yes, I do realize it would have been weird for the entire team to survive.)

I know, it sounds like a lot of things I didn’t like. But all in all, there were a lot of things I loved. I fell in love with Gwen immediately. Having not seen her in anything but the brief appearance in Doctor Who, I had no frame of reference for who Gwen was- but I never doubted that she could be badass, yet soft. And funny. You got a sense of how close she and Jack were without having to see all the seasons of Torchwood. I still love Jack, and Barrowman deftly handled Jack becoming fully aware of how mortal he was (much like Matt Smith has done in Doctor Who).

But most of all, I loved the concept. In this day and age where we’re already aware of how finite resources are, where the pitfalls of healthcare have been shown- it felt very timely, and a very accurate reaction by the world to the problem of a population that still became sick, but never died. I liked the reactions of the population, people marking themselves as outcasts, people declaring those still alive as freaks of nature, and people hanging on the word of a child molester simply because he was notorious- based on who we are now, it all seemed extremely plausible. Not to mention that I liked the Family’s motivations of wanting to be able to control the world by toppling the current systems.

Because of the things I enjoyed, I do hope that Torchwood gets another season. The concept was solid, but the execution was hit and miss. It’s entirely possible for a show have multiple episodes with intricate plots, fast pacing and still be filled with lots of heart. Look no further than Doctor Who.

Week Two: To Do List

Last week I posted a to do list

1. Finish a draft of Trisha’s drawing. I have been convinced my five pointed stars look horrible- time to just do it. (They aren’t that bad, they just aren’t perfect)
2. Go through clothes and weed out the stuff that doesn’t fit. Or the few nursing shirts I still own- not going to need those.
3. Blog every single weekday this week. (I had two posts including the to-do list last week. Yikes!)
4. Make 3 meals just for me.
5. Write at least 500 words of fiction every day. This is the one thing I accomplished last week. Go me!

Yes, the crossed out item is the ONLY thing I accomplished. With that in mind… here’s this week’s updated to-do list. Hopefully I do better with this week.

1. Finish a draft of Trisha’s drawing. I have been convinced my five pointed stars look horrible- time to just do it. (They aren’t that bad, they just aren’t perfect)
2. Go through clothes and weed out the stuff that doesn’t fit. Or the few nursing shirts I still own- not going to need those.
3. Blog Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday this week.
4. Make 3 meals just for me. (1. Turkey Tacos 2. ? 3 ?)
5. Write at least 500 words of fiction every day.

Am I the only one trying to get better about accomplishing thing… do public to-do lists help you or keep you from accomplishing much?

Sunday. 9.11

Sunday was the 10th Anniversary of 9/11. Because it is impossible to forget, I didn’t want to spend my time watching specials produced to keep the wounds fresh. I know, it makes me sound callous. But honestly, I can still see what happened a decade ago. I remember how uncertain I felt, and the way that others reacted… I didn’t need to see it cut to sappy music.

So instead of watching specials and services, and trying to explain to my young children just what this was about (I still think they’re a little too young)… TheBoy and I went to a reunion at Disneyland. We decided that celebrating life was the appropriate thing to do.

I worked at Disneyland while I was in college. It was where I met TheBoy, and where I made a lot of wonderful friends. (And in the context of the day, it was how 9/11 affected my life the most) In truth, it sort of ruined me for working at any other company- not because the job itself was that great. It was fun, but taxing. But because of the nature of working attractions, you build a family from the people you work with regularly.

I was lucky enough to get to work at the World Famous Jungle Cruise. I came in at the end of a summer, and felt like I was on the outside. But TheBoy’s best friend Ry worked Jungle, and made sure I wasn’t hazed like most newbies (he reminded people that I had already worked at Disneyland for a year and a half). So I was welcomed with open arms by a lot of really great people. Hilarious people.

While I worked at Jungle for almost three years after that, and made some wonderful friends- it was that group that I felt the closest to. It was that group that we were meeting with. We got there early, and met up at the Hub (that’s the fancy name for the place by the statue of Walt & Mickey). We took some pictures, caught up and went through the Park for the day. And the funniest part of all was that it felt like no time had passed. Sure, we were all 10+ years older than the last time we’d seen each other as a group, and most of us were married with kids… but it felt as though we could have just gone to Jungle and hopped right back into our rotations.

I’ve hinted at the scope of my anxiety issues lately. Making friends, being back in situations I’m not familiar with… it’s enough to drive me crazy. I went to a wedding of a cousin of TheBoy’s and had butterflies in my stomach all the way up there! But it says something about the way we all worked together that it didn’t even occur to me to be nervous about anything other than taking my kids along. (And why didn’t we bring them? I knew there’d be a lot of hanging out and talking- indeed, our lunch took well over an hour. Not exactly something my boys have the patience to do. Nor would they have been up for trying any new rides. The next reunion, I’ll bring them along)

Here’s a picture I shamelessly stole from my friend Alan. It doesn’t have everyone (I’ll try to find a picture that does), but it’s a picture that I love.

Now, to what happened on 9/11 a decade ago. Read More…

Missed Opportunities: the new 52.

Now that DC’s New 52 are coming out (those are the 52 titles they’ve rebooted along with the DC Universe), I thought it was time to look at how DC marketed it- especially after reading this great post by Jill Pantozzi about DC’s presence at FanExpo in Canada). So far sales seem to be high, but since they’re all number 1′s, only time is going to tell how things are really faring.

I used to read comics regularly. I had a pull list and everything. Then, I had a kid and needed that extra bit of monthly budget for other things. So I’ve followed DC in the last few years, but haven’t bought any issues.

I’ve also talked about this before. The year long events were intimidating for new fans, especially since they all built on the one before. So I have been excited about the prospects for a reboot, and the chance to start fresh, as it was.

But the marketing has been spotty. When I was forwarded a “teaser” that would be showing in movie theaters, hyping the new 52, I was expecting something to entice non-comic books fans to return. Something with images from the new books that would say, “Comic’s Greatest Heroes, beloved by millions for decades. Get the chance to start a new journey with them, from the beginning. 52 titles. All starting at #1- available at your local comic book store on online the same day… The New DC Universe.” Instead, it was something clearly geared towards current fans, and didn’t give much information at all.

I expected to maybe see something on television, profiles in entertainment magazines, maybe? Instead, I saw nothing. All the interviews and hype were on websites that were already devoted to comic books. The only blogs I saw cover the new 52 that weren’t already covering comics… were LGBT blogs, discussing the LGBT characters that survived the reboot. There was no media penetration outside of areas that already cared about comic books.

Reading about DC’s sad presence at FanExpo is a bit baffling as well. DC should have been treating every single convention this year as a way to drum up excitement for the new 52, since the whole goal was to get new readers and increase sales.

Sadly, DiDio’s comment about FanExpo only highlights what the problem is: “Well, this is the last week of the old DCU. We’ll let it have its last hurrah before we start the new stuff next week.’” Even when they should be looking forward, DC is still looking backwards. (If you didn’t read the linked article, they had promotional stuff from 2009 at FanExpo for that “last hurrah”)

There has been a lot that’s excited me about the reboot- integrating Wildstorm? Justice League Dark? I loved the idea about starting from the beginning. However, since most of the costume redesigns have been more throwback than a chance to start anew, I have been concerned. (All they’re missing are a few pockets, pouches and head scarfs to be straight out of the “extreme” 90′s) If the marketing team seems more interested in promoting the old than the new, it doesn’t really seem as though DC understands why their readership has fallen over the years at all.

DC, the times they are a changin’. You need to find marketing people that aren’t afraid to tell you the truth- because the less of your own hype that you believe, the better chance you have of seeing where you should be headed. Trust me- adding a bunch of extra lines to a costume, or giving someone pants isn’t a magic solution. Your marketing team should have been asking people why they stopped reading your comics. Or asking people who read indie comics exclusively why they aren’t buying your issues. You should have looked at the demographics to see where you were missing readers and tried to fill those voids.

You don’t gain readership by advertising to the exact same audience you already have. You continue to build by appealing to kids, and making DC a brand that parents feel comfortable buying for their kids- both boys and girls. Those kids will grow up and start their kids reading DC- just like most of your parents or someone older did for you at some point in time, I’m sure. And honestly, stop treating women differently than men. Believe it or not, we have varying tastes, just like your male readers. I know, it’s crazy.

But keep trying, DC. I really believe you can do it.

Your thoughts? Do you think DC can change, or are they doomed to fail? For that matter, have you read any of the new 52 and really liked what you saw?

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