Thanks to romantic comedies and crappy comedians, we know that men are crude, shallow boors that only care about sex, and women are weepy sensitive hippies that only care about poetry and what's on the inside.
A lot of shit happens in comic books, and a lot of shit happens in real life, so every once in a while they're bound coincide, right? That still doesn't explain some of the freaky stuff comics have gotten right. Like...
When pushed too far, some men shut down completely, cry or rail against the unjust God that inflicted such dire times upon them. And some men, when they reach their breaking points as human beings, opt instead to transcend the limitations of the human form, channel hellfire through their palms and bring the entire world crashing down around them.
While we tend to think words are just sounds we make to express ideas, science is finding language is more like a fun house mirror, warping what we see in mind-blowing ways.
