I think I've pissed myself

Representation, arse

Apropos of nothing in particular, just getting this down, really.

Reading of entertainment culture, it seems that diversity and inclusion simply means lazy, tokenised representation, or overrepresentation in the case of the alphabet soupers. It particularly takes the form of replacing or diminutising established white and male characters, rather than real character development and careful storytelling. It's cynical and shallow.

Diversity works when it's done thoughtfully and organically, when it's natural and unnoticeable. Unfortunately, it's been hijacked by social agendas, identity politics, and self-righteous virtue signalling.

At best, forced representation makes no sense to the story. At worst, it's declined to race- and gender-swapping established characters, rather than developing new ones; because that would take creative effort and fortitude. I'm not sure whether the people behind it genuinely think they're edgy or visionary, or whether they're simply unimaginative.

Only narcissists need characters to represent them in a work of popular fiction. Creators should be creative, and create realistic characters in realistic settings. But that would require imagination, and perhaps that's just expecting too much.

As a kid, two of my favourite comic characters were Black Panther and Silver Surfer.

I hide it well, but I'm not black, and I never have been. If I even have an inner Negro, he has two left feet and can't jump. Black Panther didn't represent me; what he did represent, though, was a compelling character. Silver Surfer's story was just bloody cool; cool to look at, and cool to read. Anyone who sees themself represented by the character, in terms of inclusion, probably needs counselling.

If a superhero represented me, he'd be white, male, balding, and fat. His superpower would be abject monotony. Dressed in beige or a nicely understated grey, Dullman would defeat his adversaries through the force of utter tedium. Once he's sucked all of the joy out of their lives, they're incapacitated by despondency. His alter-ego would be far racier, though; he wears quite an interesting tie, and has a middle management role within the finance sector. His love interest is a pair of slippers. Best not to ask, really.

Who on earth would want to see that?