A very non-original origin

Rating: 6/10 (6 October 2019)

I admit, I knew why they called her Catwoman. I also knew why they called her Batgirl. Sandman, yes, somewhat obvious. Green Goblin, well, he was not the Blue Not-goblin. Or am I mixing almost-coherent universes? Am I making a joke, a joke which is funny? Or am I making a non-joke, a non-joke which is not funny?
For Oscar, we bleed. We laugh, we cry, we kiss (with a student or faculty ID comes a free 44oz. popcorn) six bucks good-bye. I know what an "incel" is, and I know not to be TERFY. Despite the pain, despite the trashy rats, and despite the hate of a dark-but-risen taste-maker maker-space, can we all at least agree that there is absolutely no reason, no reason whatsoever, for being so serious?
It feels as if every generation must come to terms with its own Joker. Some jokers are sad. Some jokers want more out of life. Some Jokers pull boners, and some Jokers push envelopes for letters we never wrote or sent.
There are remedies for hangovers, but taste-makers make taste, and I am a non-taste maker, you fun dummy.