Batwoman is a bit off-topic for me, but I’ve touched on this topic before, and I think it’s important enough to revisit because it affects nearly every aspect of pop culture today. Recently, the writer of the new Batwoman series tweeted out the following:
— Natalie Abrams (@NatalieAbrams) May 17, 2019
Narcissus was a hunter in Greek mythology, son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. He was a very beautiful young man, and many fell in love with him. However, he only showed them disdain and contempt. One day, while he was hunting in the woods, the Oread nymph Echo spotted him and immediately fell for him. When Narcissus sensed that someone was following him, Echo eventually revealed herself and tried to hug him. However, he pushed her off and told her not to disturb him. Echo, in despair, roamed around the woods for the rest of her life, and wilted away until all it remained of her was an echo sound.
Nemesis, the goddess of retribution and revenge, learned what had happened and decided to punish Narcissus for his behaviour. She led him to a pool; there, the man saw his reflection in the water and fell in love with it. Although he did not realise in the beginning that it was just a reflection, when he understood it, he fell in despair that his love could not materialise and committed suicide.
So too do SJWs want to gaze upon their own representation in a pool of digital 4K.
Between participation trophies, and trigger warnings, and tip-toeing through safe-spaces so as not to offend their delicate dispositions, today’s SJWs have been trained for years to love themselves at the expense of everything and everyone else around them. All they’re ever interested in seeing or hearing, is themselves.
So the notion that a writer like Natalie Abrams would be proud to stare at herself all day long is not at all surprising. It’s just unfortunate that she’s not bright enough to realize that a simple mirror from Dollar Tree can perform the same function.
Genuine heroes give us something to look up to. An ideal to aspire to.
But when your hero is yourself, there’s no need to aspire to anything. You’re already perfect. So why wouldn’t you want to spend the whole day gazing upon a representation of your own heroic self with proud admiration?
No wonder there are so many silly Mary Sues in today’s entertainment. All-knowing, all-powerful, and loved by all is how SJWs see themselves.