IIbegan my first blog post of the semester with the assertion that “Columbia is crazy insane.” Now, having survived one month, one Forest Whitaker scandal, one strip show, one unchartered ZBT, one erotic cake contest, one injured hawk, and one thousand absurd “admirations,” I stand by my assertion with unfaltering certainty. Columbia is crazy insane, always has been, and probably always will be.
Now, while there are several different ways to be a crazy insane Columbian, it’s impossible to tackle them all at once so, in this blogpost, I will shed light on what I consider the most noble and selfless way. I’m speaking, of course, of the superheroes.
