Then I met a perfectly ordinary man. He was a computer programmer. He would go into work everyday in shirtsleeves and slacks, work 9 to 5, come home. On the weekends he’d mow the lawn, we’d go to the movies, all that sort of thing. He’d spend his free time watching tv and drinking beer. He liked to build birdhouses.

And he was perfectly allright with my being a supervillainess, nemesis of most of the major superheroes in the comic book pantheon, creator of chaos. Let me tell you, that marriage lasted for some time. Until he brought a puppy home from the shelter. That ended it.