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I’ve lost this battle…

I never have nightmares, like ever. Normally, if I’m dreaming something that can be a nightmare, my brain turns the dream around and saves the day (night).

What do I mean by that? Imagine I’m dreaming that I’m being chased, and the situation is starting to look a bit tricky. You know, there’s that point in a dream when you realise you can’t escape, when it clicks and you realise you’re in a nightmare, and that’s when the stress comes. Just at that point, every time without fail, my brain realises that there’s a solution right there, next to me.

If I’m being chased by a bunch of military style armed bad guys, I just manage to duck behind some crates and realise that I was holding a weapon all along and I can shoot back, and win. If dinosaurs are chasing me, trying to eat me, I see that there’s a sturdy door right next to me through which I can escape and lock them out. I know the layout of the place, so I can then quickly get to the armoury and get everything I need to survive.

If there’s a natural disaster, my survival instincts kicks in. I know, after all, first aid, and I am healthy and fit overall, so I suddenly remember that I can climb, run, hunt, set traps…

My subconscious has tried pretty much anything to get me terrified at night, Mafia, terrorists, dinosaurs, earthquakes, zombies, vampires, ghosts, viruses… Everything you can think of, I’ve dreamt a version of it already, it has tried to kill me or grab me, and failed. I am always victorious, my heartbeat stable and my sweat under control. Not a fuss.

When I was a kid, I used to have nightmares, and maybe even night terrors. I remember my favourite Looney Tunes character came at night to terrorise me. Actually, I don’t know if that’s what he wanted, as he never said anything, he would just stare at me from the corner of my bed, looking at me with his yellow, coyote-y eyes, and I would scream for my dad.

I knew I was going to get sick and have a high fever because of the nightmarish dreams I would have. There would be no chasing or running, they were unsettling dreams. Years after, I can’t help but be reminded of Hellraiser when I think about those dreams, the stuff that plays with your mind and looks a bit like a puzzle, or a test of your sanity.

Since I grew up, my nights have been pretty chilled. Until last week.

After many years trying, my subconscious has found something that my brain hasn’t been able to counteract yet, and oh boy, did it have a party on the first night…

I don’t know how it started, but I was suddenly on a boat. A big boat. We were looking at sea life, and somehow we needed to dive, so we could see what was going on underwater. I started feeling nervous. I didn’t want to be underwater in that boat. We dived and went under something, to come out on the other side, and I was sweating and stressed. I hadn’t enjoyed that at all. My subconscious caught a glimpse of my distress, and then moved the dream towards a dock. There was a submarine, but a small one, sort of like for just a handful of people. The hatch was open, and I was told I needed to go in, so we could go deep down the ocean to keep looking at the sea life. I said no and I felt the cold sweat down my back, and I was shaking and I was having a really bad time. I was being forced inside the submarine, and I was kicking and resisting, and then I woke up. Terrified. I have a bad feeling about this… I thought. I got up, went to the toilet, then to the kitchen to drink some water and to forget what had happened, and went back to bed. The rest of the night went great.

A couple of nights later, I was sleeping comfortably and unaware, when suddenly, I found myself inside some sort of capsule transportation and when I looked out the small window, I was underwater once again. I didn’t have enough space to move around and started feeling uneasy. There was no place to go, no door I could run through, no weapons to draw, no way of fighting back. I felt constricted and trapped, knowing that if anything were to happen, I still had the whole ocean to swim back up to the surface, to space, to air.

I think I’ve mentioned before that the space and spaceships give me a feeling of claustrophobia, knowing that you’re trapped. I had the worst time watching Gravity and I haven’t watched any space movies ever since (Star Wars doesn’t count, being in space is secondary to the actual story). Well, it seems my subconscious never thought of that before, of placing me in a tin-like container, either in space, or it seems, deep underwater. Until now. Years with no nightmares all gone down the drain, twice in a week.

I need to find a way out of these dreams, because my bed is sacrosanct. My bed is my happy place and I can’t have nightmares messing up with it. I already suffer from insomnia and can’t fall asleep at night, no matter how tired I am so when I finally fall asleep, my dreams are mine, to help me rest and to give me the exciting (read, cool and always victorious anyway) life I otherwise don’t have, not to terrorise me.

I know it’s a matter of time before I find a solution, but in the meantime, I’ll drink camomile tea and watch Disney movies, so there’s nothing to exciting happening on my mind before I go to bed!

Do you have nightmares? What sort? Can you remember them when you wake up? What about your dreams?

Never work a day in your life

Back to reality. Unfortunately, my holidays are over. I’ve been away for about ten days, and it still feels too short. I really don’t want to go back to work tomorrow.

And isn’t that telling? I mean, it’s pretty commonplace that people don’t like waking up at dawn and commuting for an hour, to be sat at a desk for eight (plus) hours everyday, Monday to Friday, and repeat over and over again. Yes, I get that, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many memes about hating Mondays, right?

But still, I can’t help but think there’s more to life than that. My job in itself isn’t that bad. I work in marketing, so I get to do some cool stuff from time to time (all we do in marketing is colouring and drawing, yeah, right, heard it before), but it feels so stiff and uninspiring at the moment. It doesn’t help that the industry is not the sexiest industry in the world, and that the product isn’t tangible. Every Monday, I wake up and I count the days until the weekend. Then I get bummed down about how far that is, and I cheer myself up counting the hours until the evening. Isn’t that sad?

My job isn’t as creative as I would like it to, and there are way too many processes in between the few and scarce creative tasks I have. I also have to answer to a few people, and others that I don’t answer to, but who think I do. It’s all too easy to get overlooked, or to get just a pat on the back. I don’t care about a pat on the back, I care about having more money, or having a defined career path (none of which are real options at the moment, it’s all very wishy-washy). Whilst I don’t hate my job, I daydream about my dream job from time to time.

“Find something you love to do and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” Anonymous

What would my dream job be? Well, I’m glad you asked. Here’s a list of things for which I would love getting up at the wake of dawn everyday for the rest of my life.

Snowboard instructor

This isn’t something I would have considered a couple of years ago, but since last time I went snowboarding (almost a year ago now) and I managed to get a bit better, I thought why not? I mean, that last time I even taught a guy how to turn, since he had trouble, and he got it right after I explained him how (the trick is in the salsa hips, my friends). I went to the Ski and Snowboard Show in Battersea Park earlier in the year, and realised becoming a snowboard instructor is a real possibility (and was told not only there aren’t that many snowboard instructors, but female ones are a rarity!), if you have the sort of cash necessary to pay the course, that is. I wouldn’t mind spending a few weeks or months up in the mountains, being on the slopes all day long, even if it’s just running after my kids and stopping them before they crash into someone. I love snowboarding, so would love to do something like that. And now, I’ve just remembered I won’t be snowboarding in 2016… Damn.

Healthy food brunch cafe

I would love to be a cafe! Ha-ha! No, it would be more like working at a cafe like that. I’ve spoken to a friend about it, and it’s a very tangible dream, very attainable if you like. Of course, you also need an initial investment, but it’s still doable. We have a great idea, and I have a very visual image in my mind of how the cafe would look. It wouldn’t need to be a big company, or make us rich, but just a great, nice and friendly place where people could go and eat healthy, tasty food and feel welcome. The most difficult part would be coming up with a name! OK, and the investment. OK, and the first few months until we break even… Shut up, it’s my dream and you’re ruining it!

Snowboard shop

Another job I would love to work on is as a sales assistant in a shop at a ski resort. Of course I know it would have to be about both ski and snowboard, but I would be the snowboard expert (it’s my dream, so I get to be an expert). Go to a mountain resort, work a few months there, and hit the slopes in my free time. How awesome would that be? And an easy job during the day, just giving renters boots and boards, and helping them figure out whether they’re regular or goofy (like me), adjusting bindings… Ah, the dream!

Blogger

I know I wasn’t very active in the past couple of months, but as a excuse reason I’m going to say that it’s been because of work. And health. But you know, having a full time job and then trying to have a full time blog is difficult. I’m guessing people manage and become quite successful, but I struggle a bit. I would love to make the blog more visual, but for that I need some light in my flat (which I don’t have at the moment), and trying to cram a whole week’s worth of blog photos into the weekend, it’s difficult for me. I would love to blog more about food and post photos of my own creations, but it’s not feasible at the moment. Maybe when I move to the new place (can we all wish for it to happen soon, please? Thank you!).

Photographer

Again, it’s a matter of having the time. OK, I know that there’s the whole thing about if it’s important you’ll find a way, if not you’ll find an excuse, but for me, being tired or mentally drained from work and then trying to be creative just doesn’t work. Or it works, and I take the pictures, but then the last thing I want is to sit in front of the computer and edit them to look their best. I don’t know, maybe I don’t want it that much. Still, as a dream job, I think it’d be an awesome one.

Nutrition/fitness instructor

Nutrition is something that has always interested me, and fitness is something I’ve fallen into in the last couple of years. I would love to learn more about both, and put it into practice, maybe creating plans for others, or tutoring people. For that, I first need to apply it to myself! 2016 is going to be the year of finally jumping over all my hurdles and get into the shape and health that I want, so maybe this dream job will happen at some point, who knows?

Craft shop

It’s no secret that I love crafts. When I move, I’ll have more space and more light (can you see the pattern yet?), so I’ll be able to set up shop again and get my sewing machine out. I’ve already made the plan in my head, where everything will go, and I’m planning on having a craft corner so I can let myself go and sew/knit to my heart’s content (yes, I’ve decorated my new flat already in my mind… Actually, maybe add that as a job too, interior decorator!). People have told me in the past they see me selling my creations on Etsy or other online shops, and I kind of see myself too. At the moment my sewing isn’t perfect, but I have big plans for myself. I’ve enrolled in an online course with tutorials so I can improve my technique, and then it’ll be a matter of practise and practise!

Craft teacher

I like teaching people how to do stuff (see snowboarding example above, or tutoring people about their nutrition and fitness). I like explaining things and, let’s be honest, I’m a bit bossy, so I enjoy telling people what to do! I’ve taught a couple of people how to make simple things with yarn and fabric, and I like tutorials in general. My biggest issue is my lack of self-confidence to actually get people to think I know what I’m talking about. Said that, I’m good at training people and explaining things so that everyone can understand them. Maybe it’s a matter of achieving part of the paragraph above, practise and get better, and then try out.

On a similar note…

Photography tutorials

Did you know that after I finished my photography studies I was offered a job as a teacher assistant to my photography teacher at my high school? I declined the offer mainly because I was terrified of teaching teenagers that were just a couple of years younger than me (I guess as a result of having been bullied in the past). It meant a lot that my favourite teacher thought about me for that role, and sometimes I still wonder if maybe I should have said yes. What am I saying, I should have probably said yes, since I really love photography, but well, I wouldn’t be where I am now if I had. Still, I tried a photography tutorial in this very same blog a while ago, which I never finished, because nobody really read it. I keep thinking about redoing it… What do you think? You can have a look at it here. Note it doesn’t have the same format as the posts you’re used to reading because it was created before the blog took its current format!

Surf shop

So… yeah… Why not? I would love to live by a beach, and work at a surf shop. Selling summer stuff to people, waxing surfboards (isn’t that what they do at surf shops? Like, all day long?), giving tips, and then hitting the waves in my spare time. I would get to surf at dawn, before the shop opens, and how amazing would that be? I’ve only been surfing twice, and yeah, I’m making a point of telling you all the truth, I sucked at it! The first time I went for a week, and I spent most of the week trying to lift myself up on the board (cue my lack of upper body strength, and my lack of core balance and strength, for that matter). By the time my sore arms and abs were used to the workout and I managed to get up, I didn’t have enough time to practise the actual standing. Still, it was one of the best weeks I’ve ever had. The second time, I took a class in Argentina, one (very early) morning. I figured out what my main problem was — my body wanted to be regular, but my brain needed to be goofy, and by the time my brain won the battle, it was too late and the wave was long gone (not sure if surfing uses the same terms as snowboarding, by the way, about which foot goes in front). The instructor gave me a grownup board, which surfed like a bullet, and it was much more stable than the learning ones, so I actually managed to stand on the board. Kudos me! So anyway, I would love to work in a surf shop.

Beach bar waitress

Failing all of the above, there’s nothing like serving mojitos at the beach, right? Listening to Caribbean or summery music all day long (I can almost hear the steelpans already), and serving people cold drinks by the sea. A chillaxed life, if you ask me.

Can I be completely honest with you? I don’t even dream about being rich and not having to work… That’d be way too boring, but any of the above? Sure! Where do I sign? I don’t even dream about being the big boss in any of those jobs, no big responsibilities, just small companies in which everyone gets along and helps each other… That has just reminded me of Dwight from The Office, when he co-manages a bed and breakfast with Satan.

Anyway, what’s your dream job? Do you have one? Let me know in the comments!

A new year, a new hope…

They say new year, new… lots of things, right? Well, in my case it’s going to be more of the same with maybe some improvement.

It’s been about two months since the last time I published anything, and with some sort of good reason, I guess. I believe the last post was about Supergirl, which is not completely bad, to be honest. However, I wasn’t feeling very super… at all.

The main problem I’ve had, health (or lack thereof) has had me a bit down lately.

First, I still have the knee injury that I don’t seem to shake off, and it’s bothering me a lot. I haven’t run since the Nike 10k run back in May (and cause of injury) and I feel that it’s affecting my overall mood.

I decided to ride it out and rest and not do anything too bad on the knee/legs and so I didn’t work out for a while. When I started back again, just after one session (and a fit test at that!), my knee was on fire, and not in a good way! Again, a few days of pain and painkillers, and finally getting a physio appointment. I’ve been told there’s nothing wrong with my knee per se, but that it’s a functional problem. Basically, everything else is wrong, so it’s affecting my knee. OK, not entirely true. Everything is as it should, but I’m not using my assets correctly (story of my life, huh?). I have poor core stability, I have problems with my back, and a long etcetera, so it hurts my knee. Kids, take care of your knees because they’re one (two) of the most important parts of your bodies! They’re quite strong, yet quite fragile at the same time, they support your whole body weight, and they’re easy to damage, so when they hurt, they pretty much mess you up completely.

Since I have poor core stability, my knees turn inwards (is that a thing?) when I run. Not a major problem for short distances, it seems, since my body has learnt how to counteract my lazy core, but for longer distances, my knees get a lot of pressure whilst in the wrong position when my feet hit the ground, recipe for disaster!

So… the physio pointed out all my faults (most of which I knew already, so I’m not entirely hopeless) and gave me some tips and exercises to try at home (quite a few I already knew, so I’m definitely not entirely hopeless!). I have started recently, I call it my Granny Workout.

The Granny Workout

What does it involve? Well, first and foremost, lots of stretching. Yup, let’s stretch those old muscles, because, you know, if they’re not flexible enough, they break and they’re stiff, and they won’t move properly. I have to stretch my quads, calves and hamstrings, 30 seconds each side. It’s tedious, but I guess worth it. I don’t know, we’ll see.

After that, he told me I need to get that core working. When Ian (that’s the physio’s name, by the way) asked me to stand on just one leg (and then the other), and to bend my knee (and then the other), I was embarrassed. I mean, I’ve never had the best balance, but I looked like a startled seagull flapping my arms around trying not to fall face first on the floor. Shame.

When I used to do Pilates and yoga, I became much better at it, but I guess I lost it all… Where’s my missing balance? Why did my core leave me?

He told me to do core stability exercises lying down and that after I mastered those, maybe I could graduate to do similar exercises sitting, or maybe standing up. Yep, he thought that given how poor and weak my core was, he didn’t want to risk me falling off my feet. After all, I can’t fall from lying down on the floor, right? He agreed I should start Pilates again, and I dug up some exercises that I can practise. However, it’s again tedious when what I want is to work out properly. OK, he said I could do some core stuff and upper body workouts, but come on, I’m even almost missing burpees! And that’s not entirely a lie…

The other main health concern at the moment is my hip (my granny hip?). On an x-ray, they saw something strange on my hip (and something else on one of the lumbar vertebrae), which of course sent my mind racing as to what it could be. I’m quite good at doing an Internet search and see a variety of possible causes, ranging from terrible to nothing-to-worry-about, and think I’m good and not dying (you know, just allergies or something). I was confident this time it would be similar. I was wrong. I searched, and pretty much closed the browser (and my laptop, and almost threw it out of the window! Now, that’s not true, it’s a Mac, people, this stuff is expensive!). Looking at the first page of results and seeing that everything was bad, I resolved to ignore the Internet search.

I went to the GP, who had me get another x-ray (pretty much straightaway, which didn’t help in calming down my paranoia, by the way), and then referred me to an osteopath. Now, you know how it’s called healthcare, right? Well, that dude didn’t care at all. I arrived, went in, said hi, and he didn’t reply and kept on taking notes. He then abruptly asked me my age, which I told him, and then asked me why I was there. OK, let’s assume you haven’t looked at the notes and at the x-ray you have on your screen and that I can see. I explained the situation, and he proceeded to ask me questions about why I had the x-ray in the first place. Anyway, he then asked very sharply if you don’t have pain, then why are you here? At that point I was already very uncomfortable and not feeling the love at all. He told me to stand up to check my hip, which he just touched a bit over the trousers, and told me you have nothing, it’s fine. I glanced at the screen and still saw how my left hip (the one we’re discussing here) looked completely different from my right one. He grabbed his recorder and started dictating the letter/report. I asked if we were done, and the nurse said yes, that I could go, while the guy didn’t say bye or even looked at me. I could see the nurse was feeling very apologetic while she explained to me he was drafting the letter to be sent to my GP, but as soon as I walked out, and feeling a bit like I wanted to cry, I decided I wanted a second opinion. I’ll be happy with having nothing to worry about, once someone who acts like they’ve actually looked at it and who pretends to care about my health tells me so. I don’t want to find out down the line it was actually something to worry about and this specialist didn’t care enough to notice.

Anyway, so you might be wondering what my biggest goal for this year is. I’ll give you a hint, read all of the above again! Of course, there’s not much I can do about health, other than try my best to eat healthy and to exercise, and have a positive demeanour, but my main focus for 2016 is going to be my health.

After doing Whole30 a couple of times, I’ve realised it really works. I feel much better, I lose weight like I lose spare change, and it makes me feel like I’m working towards a better, healthier me. I’ve also realised exceptions are the devil incarnate. As my latest TV obsession (and original novel character, of course) says,

“I never make exceptions. An exception disproves the rule.” Sherlock Holmes

There’s only half a step between an exception and a train wreck, and don’t I know it. I did a few exceptions when I went to Paris at the beginning of December, and it’s gone from bad to worse since then! Now I feel unhealthy, I’ve put on weight again… You know the drill.

There’s the whole never miss a Monday thing, and I must admit I’ve missed a couple or two. This year has to be the year of not giving up. No excuses and all that.

Exhibit A below. On the left, you can see me two years ago. Look at my hip/waist/chest ratio… Look at my cheeks! The pictures on the right are after Whole30, where I actually have a waist, and you can see my jaw nicely defined (pouting is not a direct result of Whole30, but optional!)
Before and after Whole30
No, I’m not sad because I’m not eating junk food, quite the opposite! I feel so good that I’m attempting to look sexy in that selfie! Ha-ha!

There’s also a bigger sort of news happening this year, hopefully in the first quarter (and fingers crossed it’ll be the first half of the first quarter!), I am moving home.

Your home is supposed to be your castle, your shelter, the place where you feel comfortable and safe, where you can recharge your batteries after a hard day at work. My current flat (can I really call it a home if it doesn’t feel like one?) isn’t any of that.

Between the state of the flat, which is falling apart and the lack of care from the agency (and the unwillingness from the landlords to spend any money on it), and the upstairs neighbours, who never stop making noise and are rather annoying in general, I get home and I feel wired. As soon as I walk through the door, my mood drops to the floor and the only thing I want to do is go to bed and sleep. I never used to be like that. Now, I would rather work late in the office than spend the whole evening at home.

I’m not buying a house, I can’t afford that sort of thing, but I’ll be moving to kind of my dream home. My friend is moving out and she wants to rent her place, so when she suggested I moved to her place, she didn’t have to ask me twice! I’ve only spent a couple of nights here and there at her place, and it already feels more like home than my current flat.

We’ve been waiting for everything to happen, but buying flats and moving out and all that sort of thing takes time. Hopefully she’ll move out by the end of January, and I can’t wait for her to confirm dates with me so I can give my notice to my agents and GTFO of my current situation.

I dream of walking around a flat without having to take care not to hit myself against the wall when trying to avoid a table (or walking sideways between my bed and the wall, and my hips aren’t that wide). I dream of reaching my bed from both sides when making it! Yes, both! I dream of light during the day, and darkness during the night. I dream of relatively quiet upstairs neighbours, you know, the kind that are professional and get up early in the mornings, so they don’t have parties almost every night, inviting all their friends and stomping around like a bull in a china shop.

Those are the key focus for this year. I think they’re quite reachable, don’t you?

To be honest, I think the house is the way to get to where I want to be. Once I have a place where I can recharge myself and feel at home, everything else will follow, health and all.

In the meantime, I’ll keep with my Granny Workout and will let you know how it goes!

Review – Supergirl Pilot Episode

Starting a new series is always exciting, especially when they’re about superheroes… Female superheroes!

I could say I didn’t know much about Supergirl and that would be the biggest understatement ever. I have absolutely no clue about anything related to her or Superman. To be completely honest, I have to say I’ve never really been a massive fan of DC Comics until recently, and that’s thanks to movies, series and, yeah, OK, comics.

When I was a teenager, most of my comics were Image, or similar, or Spiderman. The cool thing about them was that there were a lot of female lead characters. The bad thing about it was that they were mostly hyper-sexualised versions of Barbie dolls. Characters like Witchblade (Image), Fathom (Top Cow), and the likes were really aimed at guys, I guess. I definitely didn’t feel identified with any of them. Even Tomb Raider comics (didn’t remember the publisher, but it seems it’s Top Cow too). I also read Crimson (Image/WildStorm). What all of them had in common were the same: busty women with slim waists, pouty sensual lips, big eyes, big hips, and the weirdest, most uncomfortable postures you could ever seen. Oh, and a lack of clothes.

Good thing Spiderman (classic comics, not the new ones) wasn’t like that! Or manga… The type of manga I read, anyway!

Another comic I loved, which was much better in its portrayal of women was Promethea (America’s Best Comics/WildStorm), by no other than Alan Moore (need I say more?). I also used to read The Sandman (Vertigo), by love-him-or-hate-him, the great Neil Gaiman.

Anyway, where was I going with this?

I’ve never liked Superman (side note, if you’re wondering about the use of italics here, I’m using them when I talk about the comic titles/series, and not when I’m referring to the actual characters and their names), for some reason. He is a superhero by birth, sure, and his alter ego is pretending to be an average human. He’s invincible and all that, and can do pretty much everything. He’s the ultimate superhero, and in a battle against any other superhero, as long as kryptonite is not allowed, he would pretty much vaporise them in a second. Superman is boring, in my humble opinion (and I don’t claim it to be the right opinion, mind you). I never really got into the films, or into the different series (nope, not even Smallville, even though I tried), so all that universe remains pretty unknown to me.

The Batman movies were a totally different thing. Who doesn’t love Batman? I’m pretty sure a bunch of you don’t, but I love him. I love Catwoman (Michelle Pfeiffer, not Halle Berry, sorry), the Penguin, the Joker (Jack Nicholson and Heath Ledger). When Christian Bale was announced as the new Batman, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I loved every film even more than the one before.

Somehow, I started reading some Batman, gosh, I’m trying to fact-check the titles and I’m getting confused… I think I’ll have to go over my bookshelf, bear with my a second… OK, got them, titles like Batman: Year One, Batman: The Killing Joke, The Dark Knight Returns… So yeah, mostly Frank Miller and Alan Moore.

That got me a bit more into the DC universe. To be fair, I’ve always known a bit about it, I have just never read the comics properly. In the spirit of full disclosure, I’ve never read Marvel comics properly either. Even Spiderman ones, mainly because my head spins when I think about all the different series and universes and stuff happening. I don’t know how people can keep track of what’s going on… and I’m a fan of the classics, really.

Anyway, I always knew who Green Arrow was, or the Flash, who Iron Man and Wolverine were, who the Green Lantern was, Captain America, Deadpool… I might not necessarily know their origin stories or alter egos, but I knew them. I had read some X-Men… To be honest, I’ve read an issue or two of a lot of different titles.

As you know, I’m a big fan of The Big Bang Theory, where a lot of these comics are referenced all the time. I’m also a big fan of Arrow and The Flash, and pretty much any superhero film out there. When I heard Supergirl was coming, I wanted to watch it, of course (also, Wonder Woman!!). It’s finally out, and I watched it, and here’s my take on it.

Warning: if you haven’t seen Supergirl yet, keep reading at your own risk, as I can’t help but spoil everything that falls on my hands.

As I don’t know her background, the beginning confused me a little bit. So she’s older than Superman, and was sent to protect him? Huh? Never heard of that before, but sure, I can go with it. I always thought she appeared from an alternate universe, or from having lived in a sort of bubble where they didn’t die in Krypton, or something, my bad. Very quickly, they explain to us that she got lost and hibernated for a while, before finding herself on Earth. Superman, now a grownup, takes her to her new adoptive family, and leaves to do his thing, not wanting to be in charge of a bratty teenager or something (I’m assuming that’s what he thought, not that Kara was bratty in any way).

Fast forward to now, and Kara Danvers (no pseudonym? At least Kal-El called himself Clark, although Kara is a more common name on Earth… OK, fine) is a young woman working as an assistant to Miranda Pr-, sorry Cat Grant, in a magaz-, media conglomerate. She gets to work and we meet Winn Schott, her friend and colleague which, despite working at a massive company, and him being in IT and her being… what? An assistant? A journalist? They work completely side to side. OK.

Obviously, Winn is in love with Kara, or at least he wants to tap that. When he asks her out to a movie, I’m thinking ah, he’s the “nice” guy who will complain about getting friend-zoned, right?, but maybe I’m becoming a cynic. Kara says she has a date with someone she met online and then hears Miran-, sorry, Cat, is on the lift and about to make an entrance. She’s a woman, she’s successful, she’s skinny, therefore she’s a b***h… Right? Oh, she’s Ally McBeal! Finally, a face I recognise…

Kara follows her around, because Ally is the boss and she seems mean, and gives her the coffee she has been carrying around all morning, telling her it’s hot. Obviously, it’s not and Ally McBeal is disappointed. I believe this is just to show us how down-to-earth and relatable Kara is, how she could be your friend or next-door neighbour. Such a contrast to mean Ally McBeal who is firing people and not caring, and calling her Kira.

Kara goes to meet the new art director, who seems super laid back and cool, and… Well, hel-looow James Olsen. I don’t remember Jimmy Olsen like that, I would have definitely watched more Superman! Something that irks me a bit is how they refer to Superman, like the big old guy sort of thing, like he’s a presence or something. It feels a bit like Step Up 2, when we keep having these references to Tyler and he even makes an appearance as a wise old(er) sage. We get it, we have a lead female character. She needs a constant reminder she’s connected to a better known lead male character. Kara, as all of us, is completely dazed by hot Jimmy, and lost for words. Aw, she’s so us, so relatable, just a normal girl.

We’re introduced to Kara’s (adoptive) sister, Alex, who looks important and busy and is flying out for business soon. Kara goes to her date, and the guy, who seems like a bit of a douche (welcome to online dating) actually cuts the date short. Pffft… You’re so much better than him! She hears in the news that the plane her sister is travelling in is going to crash and decides to save her and the rest of the passengers. She starts running and jumps to fly. I was happy to see she didn’t really make it on the first try, but hey, made it on the second, that’s still pretty amazing.

Obviously, she stops the plane from crashing. The news, being the news, try to get the public against her because of all the damage she caused to the bridge (seriously, people?), which is a fairly true portrayal of the news these days. Her sister is super angry at her because, you know, Kara just saved her life. She tells her that it’s not safe, and Kara asks her to leave. Fair enough.

The following day, as any of us would do, Kara walks into her job with a face that clearly says she’s wondering whether people can tell. Note to everyone, people can’t, unless you walk in skipping and singing or maybe cartwheeling, people wont’ notice you did something special last night.

What’s the first thing people do after a new female superhero appears in town? Slay her because she’s not wearing the right clothes! Typical. Angry Ally McBeal isn’t happy because they don’t have any exclusive or anything, and James Olsen totally knows, the way he looks at Kara…

Kara takes her friend to the roof to talk. When she says she has something difficult to tell him, that nobody knows but she realised who she was the previous night… Here comes the friend-zoned, not-so-nice comment, along the lines of I knew you were a lesbian, that’s why you’re not into me. I really dislike this Winn guy. He’s an idiot and I want to punch him on the face. Anyway, moving along. She shows him she can fly and all is good.

Or is it…?

There’s a creepy looking dude up to something. He hears about this flying woman and then goes to his secret lair inside a petrol tanker. He has a really weird skin condition on his head and does some FaceTime with some other dude. We learn these two are up to no good and that a General is coming. They mention the plane crash wasn’t an accident and was staged to kill some DEO agents, and then decide to kill Kara too.

Back in the normal world, Winn is helping Kara with her suit. Is he actually sewing? I’m very confused by this guy. She appears with a super skimpy two-piece suit in which she feels totally uncomfortable. Sorry Winn, you’re not going to realise your female superhero costume fantasy just yet. Next, she appears with a super short skirt (as Supergirl does), and asks about her cape, and he replies capes are lame. OK, he’s definitely going to go back on those words, if the promos have told us anything. I wonder how that will happen. He also tells her how pretty she looks without her glasses. There are so many wrong things with this script, I’m starting to wonder if they’re doing it on purpose, to make a statement at some point.

Off she goes to a car chase, and she crashes into something, because she can’t fly properly (despite having saved a plane only recently without any major hiccups). Winn realises that she needs a cape, because aerodynamics. Such a great idea! And now she has a cape. I’m glad for Kara to have such a guy by her side, what would she do without him.

After another heroic act, Kara is caught with some green darts (kryptonite, of course) and taken to a super secret facility, where we meet David Estes from Homeland. It turns out he’s the boss at some anti-alien department (DEO) and Kara’s sister works there. Kara is an alien, so David Estes doesn’t like her. We learn that there are a bunch of angry aliens that found their way to Earth when Kara came, aliens that Kara’s mum had put in prison, and so they’re going to be very mean to her, which is why her sister didn’t want her to show her true self. It makes sense. And jealousy, that too, a bit. There’s a bit more of a male dismissing a little girl, and off she goes.

Ally McBeal has decided to name the flying woman as Supergirl, and Kara is not happy about being called girl. Given how things are going so far, I can sort of see her point, and then Ally McBeal pretty much explains that being a girl is badass, and OK, I can sort of see her point too, and we have the kind of statement I was talking about earlier, when she says:

So if you perceive “Supergirl” as anything less than excellent, isn’t the real problem you? by Cat Grant, Supergirl

And doesn’t that pretty much summarises everything about every sexist/homophobe/racist/etc. comment out there?

Kara is about to get fired, but James Olsen (can we have more screen minutes for Mr. Olsen, please?) saves her by telling Ally McBeal that the photo he has of Supergirl he has it thanks to Kara. White lie. He totally luurrveeesss her, and he totally knows. He does, doesn’t he?

The creepy angry dude with skin problems radios Kara at a frequency only her can hear and tells her to meet him at some place where they will fight. They fight, and he wins. Luckily, the DEO can analyse a piece of his weapon that got stuck and can trace him. Kara is all bummed down and goes home to her PJs. I really like this girl, to be fair. She’s cool, and pretty normal. Her sister visits her and apologises and all that, shows her a message from her mother (real one, not adoptive) and all is well again.

Kara goes to fight the dude from earlier, and defeats him by overheating his weapon (heh). He commits suicide by stabbing himself with a shard. What a sore loser!

High on winning, Kara feels on top of the world and asks James out to lunch. Yep, this girl is officially now my hero. He doesn’t say yes, in fact, he ignores the question completely, and diverts the conversation to the fact that he knows she’s Supergirl. They meet on the roof and James tells Kara that Kal-El, in his wise knowledge, knew this was going to happen and Kara would choose the right path, but he decided to stay out of it and let Kara choose for herself, free will and all that, like a god, really. He (Kal-El) also gave him a present for her, the blanket in which he was wrapped as a baby, which she can use as a cape that won’t disintegrate. Pretty cool present, if a bit weird.

Just before the end, we’re at some extraterrestrial place in which FaceTime guy is talking to a woman, the General. They de-brief and we learn that this woman is Kara’s mum’s twin sister (the evil twin, of course). FaceTime dude states that Supergirl won’t be as much of a problem as Superman (seriously, enough with the comparisons, and enough with trying to dismiss a powerful female) and thankfully, Astra replies that if Kara is anything like her mother, she will be formidable.

In the end, I actually liked the episode. I know it doesn’t sound like that from what I wrote, but I think it’s going the right way. There are a lot of off-hand comments about Kara being a girl, which I think are done on purpose, as if to say that’s what they expect a lot of people are going to say about the series and, fair enough, a lot of people will. The episode makes sure it’s understood that Kara is not a little girl, that she will accomplish great things and she will be able to fight on her own. I like that. I also like that so far there are no big dramas, no horrible origin stories (other than her parents dying, that is) which have led to a traumatised main character. While I love brooding Oliver Queen, and traumatised Barry Allen (although he’s a rather chirpy guy), and Bruce Wayne wouldn’t be who he is without his brutally murdered parents and dark Gotham, I really like the fact that it’s sunny in National City and Kara is rather normal. She works, she goes on dates and doesn’t know what to wear, her kitchen sink is a mess… She suffers from the men around her making comments that are seen as acceptable, even when they’re not. She’s your everyday girl.

I’m sure the series will turn dark later on. I’m sure stuff will happen, but I’m actually looking forward to it. I wonder if Superman (Henry Cavill) and Superwoman (Jenna Dewan-Tatum) will appear on the series (I know she will anyway). I am looking forward to a Kara and James Olsen story, and I still hope Winn gets slapped across the face.

And to end this super long post, I’ll leave you with a great video/ad (a video based on research my company did, by the way). Go, Supergirl, save the world #LikeAGirl !