Lately movies have been having very strange effects on me. Tonight, for example, I went to see the Watchmen and left the theatre not wanting to talk about the movie with anyone – nor was I interested in listening to anyone else’s comments on it.

I read the graphic novel at the suggestion of my then-boyfriend, and (after learning how to read a graphic novel) thoroughly enjoyed it. Although it is a book (and movie) of varying depths, I feel no need to dig deeper, trying to understand and reflect further upon every detail that is presented to me - perhaps this is because I am not a true fan, but just an adoring admirer.

Now I must admit that the movie is pretty awesome. Yes, there are a lot of super slow-motion moments (especially in the opening sequence) that are, to put it lightly, a tad over-dramatic. Yes, Dr. Manhattan appears throughout the movie in all his naked blue brilliance. Yes, the costumes are fantastic and I sort of want to dress up as both the Silk Spectre and Rorschach for Halloween. Yes, I could have easily lived without seeing the movie, but am glad I don’t have to.

The thing is that when watching movies or reading books of this nature – where people are trying to save the world; where there are real battles of good vs evil at hand – I realize how very small my own life is. Working in fashion, I often battle with the fact that I’m not really doing anything that is really going to make a big difference in this world – sure my work certainly affects others and (at times) brings me great satisfaction, but it isn’t like I’m out there saving lives. Do you struggle with this as well? Maybe I’m growing up and seeing things differently now – or maybe (gasp!) I’m just moving beyond the comic book movie portion of my life.