Super Men

So I decided to forgo the scubway yesterday and take the bus, making friends with an episode of Studio 360 (Hi, I’m Kurt Anderson) for the hour trip home from one part of north Brooklyn to a next door other part of north Brooklyn. It was the episode about Superman, who, according to the erudite S’Man guest experts, was really an immigrant Super Jew fighting Fascists in a wrestling unitard. Which makes total sense, you know?

thank you CORBIS for this

Which really resonated with me as the bus lumbered through South Williamsburg---it was like a slow motion window into the implacable Fortresses of Solitudes. Costumed babies, wigs, shtetl iron window bars, steely-eyed rabbis. Run away mini-vans. Turbans.

Conquering America is no laughing matter, friends, and it takes someone with balls of steel to keep up the righteous path, the mystical old world chutzpah to battle the forces of evil.

Yes…