I like cartoons.
I’ve spent more time than I care to admit watching shows like ReBoot, Roughnecks: Starship Troopers Chronicles, Justice League, Gundam Wing, and Yu Yu Hakusho. Epic battles, powerful attacks, cunning strategy—it all thrills me to no end. I derive great joy from absurdist yet political comedies like Rocko’s Modern Life and light, cheerful fare like Toradora!, but there’s a special place in my heart for shows about heroic struggle, deadly peril, and defeating enemies in violent and explosive ways.
But I have a problem with a lot of those very same shows (animated and otherwise), a problem that’s separate (but intertwined with) their often rampant sexism and erasure of just about every minority.
They’re not shows about heroes winning. They’re shows about villains losing.
Think about it.
What’s the plot of every Superman story? The villain du jour is trying to do something ingenious, and Superman shows up and stomps all over it.
GI Joe? Cobra Commander is trying to do something ingenious, and the Joes show up and stomp all over it while issuing increasingly nonsensical catchphrases.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen? Moriarty is trying to do something ingenious, and the League shows up and stomps all over it, only this time with various British accents and nonsensical catchphrases.
Very, very often, the most intelligent, complex, or interesting character in the entire cast is…the one whose downfall we’re supposed to be cheering.
That never sat well with me.
I was the child who watched episodes of Superman and marveled over and over at Lex Luthor’s amazing plans, almost hoping they would succeed so the world would recognize his genius. Here was a person so intelligent, so improbably creative, that he could find ways to alter the world’s weather patterns, take control over various robotic decoys Supergirl was using to cover for Superman’s absence, grow and army of Superman clones, and not only utilize but weaponize the radioactive space rocks that kept his nemesis at bay. Yet this triumphant example of human ingenuity and the power of invention was not celebrated, not rewarded, not even the protagonist of a story that should have been his.
No—he was feared. Loathed. Defeated. Regularly set below someone whose primary contribution to the advancement of the human condition was punching things really hard.
And I saw it again and again. The villain is a sophisticated genius who likes cats and classical music and rotating chairs, and the heroes are the people who show up uninvited to his party, hurl his cat across the room, smash his record player, and beat him senseless with his chair. The villain is a scientist and an inventor. The hero is just some guy.
And I had to remind myself every time a new episode came on that Lex Luthor was the bad guy. That what he was planning to do with the menagerie of wonders he worked his mind to create was the problem, that Superman wasn’t acting out the villain’s role in every high-school drama on purpose. Because if I ever forgot that, the show I was watching suddenly became the story of someone doing something absolutely amazing, something that should have gotten him several Nobel prizes and a universe’s worth of slack-jawed awe, and then watching every molecule of that invention get pulverized by a jingoistic bodybuilder in red underwear. Whom the world thanked afterwards.
I looked for heroes, and I got hulking brutes elected to the task of squashing whatever spark of genius they encountered. I got people who did absolutely nothing until summoned to demolish some grand construction somewhere and imprison whoever had had the gall to actually build something.
I looked for villains, and I got Lex Luthor and Megabyte and Rasputin and Ra’s al-Ghul—geniuses with goals and desires and plans, out to radically change the way their world operated with the power of their minds. I got people who would have gone down in their world’s history as the most noteworthy of all time, who became mere footnotes because someone nearby could punch really hard.
The lesson was unmistakable. My work would be my minds work, so I would be someone that other people feared. Not because I wanted to be, but because that’s what happened to smart, ambitious people. And I would spend my years watching this or that hulking brute see the things I wanted, and take them, and earn praise by doing so.
I probably still would have had a long, misanthropic adolescence without that lesson, but it definitely didn’t help.
We see that same anti-intellectualism splattered all over politics. People have the idea that someone who is smarter or more competent or more knowledgeable about anything than they are is the villain in our story. We get elections won because the candidate seemed more like the kind of person an “everyman” would meet in a bar. We get lunatics like Rick Santorum insisting that university education is evil because it makes people smarter, and getting a national stage out of it. An entire American political movement is built around the idea that they’re the meathead heroes of their story and the country’s educated class is their cat-stroking villains. And why wouldn’t they? Learning how things actually work is the most corrosive possible antidote to religious fervor, economic conservatism, and warmongering alike.
It’s an old American story—the intrepid, independent, do-it-yourself pioneer who ventures into an unforgiving world to bring it into line and who both resents and constantly outdoes the “tyrannical” eggheads who tell him that it’s a stupid idea to build houses in the middle of forest fire zones. And who donates liberally to the church roof after it inevitably burns down.
That’s one of the reasons I fell in love with Beast Wars as early and as thoroughly as I did. It was Beast Wars that finally showed me that this raging anti-intellectualism didn’t have to be. Beast Wars’s Megatron is one of the most impressively intelligent, conniving villains of his time, and he spends the better part of three seasons trying to stop the heroesfrom accomplishing things. What a concept! And the heroes are a research and exploration team who spend most of the series severely outgunned and who rely on their wits as much as their weapons. Figures the show is Canadian. (Also figures the sequel is a woo-soaked paean to organic food. No, seriously.)
We need more stories about heroes who are heroic because they are doing something good, and not just because they stopped someone else from doing something bad.
And we need more heroes who celebrate what’s truly great about being human—our capacity to think and learn.