In which Barack Obama mispronounces Jor-El, but, really, the fact that he said it at all earns him more points than can be conceived by mortal man. I remember, in 2004, hearing the election results and being pissed off and depressed for days afterwards; weeks and months, really--any time I thought about it. I was fourteen. I didn't know anything besides "Bush doesn't like gay people and apparently the war is bad". It was probably good, then, that I didn't have any say in the matter; I don't think anyone in my age group really knew what was going on. But now it's 2008, and I'm eighteen, and I do have a say in the matter, and I do know what's going on, and every time I hear about Obama's poll numbers being up, every time I see something like this, I get so viciously proud and happy that I can't help but wonder what it would feel like if it turned out to just be second verse, same as the first. I want to keep feeling this good. I want to know that four years of learning what things meant can make a difference. I want, so goddamned much, to wake up on November 5th and not be able to stop crying from how happy I am. I want to use this icon every damn day for the next four years.
And I want the rest of the country to want this too.