A friend and I made the trek out to Brooklyn yesterday to visit Dave Eggers' Superhero Supply Store. We've already visited his Pirate Supply Store in San Francisco (where I almost fainted upon spotting a guy with curly brown hair, who may or may not have been Dave Eggers), and we have distant plans of visiting his Spy Supply Store in Chicago. "Groupie" does not even begin to describe my obsession with the guy. Well, his writing, that is.
I attempted to de-villainize myself by undergoing treatment in the villain containment unit, but it was to no avail. The clerk was amazed by my inability to be treated by such a technologically-advanced piece of machinery. I told her it would take more than a manmade device to get rid of this kind of evil. She was definitely scared.
There were capes in a variety of colors (even a black fur one, which I couldn't help but name the "pimp cape"); shrunken planets, binocular cameras, invisibility serums - you know, all the stuff a superhero might need to stock up on before saving the world.
The only missing elements were the superheroes. There wasn't one in site. In their place? A bunch of hipsters; many of whom rolled their eyes when they heard me refer to the fur cape as the "pimp cape." Presumably, I don't get it. And if "getting it" means there's going to be no pimp capes allowed, I don't think I want to.
Superhero Supply Store
Pirate Supply Store