With Kitty Pryde’s return to the X-Men this week, readers are wondering what’s next for everyone’s favorite computer genius ballerina ninja secret agent super-hero bartender, and today at ComicsAlliance, Caleb Goellner and I have a few ideas.
In all my years of reading comics, I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a guidance counselor at the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. Marvel: Call me.
No seriously, Marvel, call him. I’ve always wondered what happened to all the young mutants who spent their entire adolescence studying kung-fu, gymnastics and military tactics in hopes of joining the X-Men and then get told that they suck and they should try to go find a real job, like mutant Hoop Dreams or something. At some point they’re just training Magneto’s new Acolytes for him.
I’m just happy that a still from that deliciously horrible X-Men pilot cartoon was used (you know, the one where Wolverine’s Canadian accent = thick Australian, for some reason).
That picture gave me either a new fetish or a new phobia. Possibly both.
I’ve always wondered what happened to all the young mutants who spent their entire adolescence studying kung-fu, gymnastics and military tactics in hopes of joining the X-Men and then get told that they suck and they should try to go find a real job
I don’t think that happens, does it? You’re either good enough to be an X-man or you die a pointless death to provide a plot point and/or some cheap pathos for your surviving team mates. Sometimes you drift away into obscurity for a few years, but eventually some writer remembers that you exist and then you’re either a new team member or your cannon fodder. Or both. It is comics after all.
Jerry Ryans: Mutant Career Placement.
It’s a series waiting to happen.
I loved “Pryde of the X-Men” as a kid, Australian Wolverine and all. And hey, it was the basis for that awesome Konami arcade game.
Reminds me of a post I wrote for my own blog once, where Charles Xavier was trying to sell the school to prospective students and their families.
“Graduation rate? Um, I think my first five students graduated, and I dunno, maybe one or two of the ones since then. Doesn’t really matter, none of them ever got jobs or anything. They all pretty much just hang around here. The ones that survived, that is.”
“Accredited? No, not as such, but we’ve got a very distinguished teaching staff. Famous mutant terrorist Magneto taught here!”
…and so on. :)