The very first episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I ever saw was “The Witch” on March 17th 1997. I was eleven years old. My parents had caught the two-hour premiere the week prior and thought my brother and I might like it. To say they were right would be an understatement.
Last weekend I marathoned Jessica Jones and ever since the final credits rolled late Sunday night I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out why exactly I so thoroughly enjoyed Marvel’s newest Netflix series. It’s true that I’m probably predisposed to like anything with a strong female lead, but liking and loving are two different things. And there’s a lot of things to like about this show, including how well Jessica Jones depicts addition and control, the acting, it’s noir style, and even how this show and Supergirl can both exist and both be good.
Another Free Comic Book Day has come and gone and once again I’ve wandered into my local comic book shop thinking about how it might be cool to check out those Buffyverse comics or maybe read something from Marvel since they are slowly pulling me in with the MCU. But alas, I wandered out with my stack of free stuff and a new Funko Pop figurine. (I picked up the Hannibal Wendigo in case you were wondering.)