Where does the good go



GILES: Can you move?
BEN: Need a … a minute. She could’ve killed me.
GILES: No she couldn’t. Never. And sooner or later Glory will re-emerge, and … make Buffy pay for that mercy. And the world with her. Buffy even knows that… (reaches into his pocket, takes out his glasses) and still she couldn’t take a human life.

Shot of Ben listening.

GILES: She’s a hero, you see. (Giles puts his glasses on) She’s not like us.
BEN: Us?

Giles suddenly reaches down and puts his hand over Ben’s nose and mouth, holding them shut. Ben struggles weakly as Giles keeps him still.
Zweig: Marge, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here. Today, male flight attendants or “stewards” are common.
Marge: They are?
Zweig: Yes, thanks to trailblazers like your father. You might say he was a pioneer.
Marge: Yeah…you might even say he was an American hero.Zweig: Let’s not go nuts.

I’ll be the first to admit that everything I know about heroism, I’ve learned from TV. Xena, Buffy, Michael Knight, the A-Team…you know, the men and women who go that extra mile to protect the child of the single mother and beat the bad guy — never kill…ok…sometimes kill, but mostly beat the bad guy until the authorities can deal with it. They didn’t have pension plans or uniforms, just a developed sense of right and wrong and a willingness to give everything to make sure the one wins out over the other.
But even in real life there used to be something extraordinary about heroism.
Heroes were stronger, faster, braver, cleverer, tougher, yes, better than the rest us.
But something’s changed.
I guess I could blame the local news. In search of a catchy headline they turned everyone from athletes to mangy mutts into modern-day heroes. ‘Hero dog survives trip to the dump’ ‘Hero toddler dials 911’ ‘Hero grandma wins cookie bake off.’
Heaven help us if someone dies: the heroes of Columbine, 9/11, Oklahoma City – oh is there any room left in the Elysian Fields?

A person doesn’t become a hero because they enlist in the armed forces, if we don’t wait to see how they do when they’re done, we’d be putting laurel wreaths on Lynndie England’s head.
Nor does death a hero make, we all die. Unlikely, it’ll make my chicken shit ass a hero, even if it happens in a terrorist attack.
A hero’s death involves saving lots of people with no regard for onesself, not just dying.
It’s like we’ve forgotten the words “lucky” and “unlucky” and replaced them both with “hero” depending on the context.

“Hero survives plane crash in Peru”

“Hero killed in copter crash over Afghanistan.”

Call me crazy, and people do, but when the ordinary becomes extraordinary, we all become less than.

2 Responses to “BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT’S JUST ME”

  1. Ari Says:

    So this is what you were all super preoccupied with while I was taking ALL YOUR CHIPS IN POKER?! Silly girl, you should have focused.

    That being said, this is a profoundly true post. Everyone is a hero and everyone is a survivor… it means crap nowadays. It’s a pity too because just as they are vanishing, it seems they are needed.

    It was a pleasure to take your cash tonight dear. Welcome to the UE bitch*!!!

    *that’s an OC ref., it’s a “hip” show, so I just realized you probably don’t watch it 😛

  2. Hi there Says:

    Are you there?

    Do you mind to post some more information about this ?

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