Today, I want to write about wrestling action figures. I can’t really explain my desire to write about wrestling figures but it works out because I can’t think of what I would write about otherwise.
I had a lot of toys when I was a kid. I had Ghostbusters toys (I loved the Ecto-one so much) and Ninja Turtles but the ones I had the most of were wrestling figures.
A few weeks ago when it was announced in a National Enquirer story that Hulk Hogan had been caught on tape making racist and homophobic remarks I wasn’t even a little surprised. Sure, as a child of the 1980s and early 1990s I was a card carrying Hulkamaniac and as a result I was disappointed to hear the news. But that is not the same thing as being surprised.
I generally assume that famous people from athletes to celebreties and especially politicians are probably hiding something. This way when that something is eventually found out I am never caught off guard. If they’re not hiding anything then that is just a nice bonus. The point is that these people are not actually people I know and as a result I need to be prepared for anything that might come out about their personal lives. But, it is because I don’t know them really that none of them are what I would consider to be a hero in my life.
I have approximately two heroes in my life. I call these two people mom and dad. Today is mom’s birthday, so I will write about her. My dad’s birthday is on 9/10 and that is when I will write about him.
No featured image because as I explained the other day I have no available photos to use. However, unlike with my dating relationships, I do actually know with a 100% degree of certainty that photos of myself with my parents do exist.