Dick Hyacinth begins what will hopefully be a lengthy rumination on the comics of the 1990s, but first, he provides a bit of personal background:
Comics were a part of my life as far back as I can remember. My mother would regularly include comic books in our rotation of bedtime stories; in fact, I distinctly remember her being offended at my sharp refusal of a Whitman Little Lulu reprint she wanted to read for me one night (I think there was some image involving cigarette ashes I found repulsive on some deep, visceral level). Superhero intellectual properties were also a big part of my life, especially DC’s. I once asked my mother if high school ended early enough that I would still be able to watch Super Friends when I was 16.
Ah, yes, those were the days.
