
Carlie Cooper Archive

I have felt many things for the Superior Spider-Man since this series first launched last year: curiosity, frustration, disgust, shock, surprise, joy … pick your adjective. Except sympathy. As much as we are living an era filled with anti-heroes that we have been conditioned to cheer for like Walter

Since the very first issue of Amazing Spider-Man, it’s been established how important it is for Spidey’s civilian identity – teenage wallflower/science geek Peter Parker – to remain a secret. The consequences of his secret identity being outed were painted as incredibly severe – the Green Goblin/Norman Osborn was

When you look back to the earliest days of superhero comic books, the titular character’s girlfriend always seemed to be more of a damsel in distress than any kind of equal in combat. Even throughout Spider-Man’s history, his first girlfriend, Betty Brant was constantly drawn as emotionally fraught and