With great feminist knowledge, comes great responsibility. No longer will subliminal sexism go unnoticed in your favourite TV series, no longer can you re-watch childhood movies with ignorance at their underlying misogyny and no longer can you appreciate a cheeky rom-com without feeling like you've betrayed your own kind.
Sinister back stories, intimidating outfits and, of course, innovative and intriguing weapons - it's no wonder that popular fascination with supervillains is at an all-time high. No longer just confined to the pages of comic books - now the likes of The Joker, Loki and the Green Goblin appear in video games, Hollywood blockbusters, hit TV shows - and yes, ok - bath soap.
In mental health, we talk a lot about stigma. How stigma leads to misconceptions about what mental illness is, how people living with mental illness act, and how possible recovery is. This misconceptions hurt people's access to support, which is the very thing that could save their life. So for my very first HuffPo blog post, I wanted to use my story as a message of how I try to defeat stigma.
Is it a man? Is it a bird? No! Mums ~ It's a Superhero! Whoosh! And our small, caped crusading Superman (sorry, mixing him up with Batman... NANA!!!) just flew past with tea-towel outstretched and wrapped about him, on his way to save the world, defeat the bad guys, and rescue a dog from an exploding volcano.
The darkness in the Superior Spider-Man arc has meant that I've been quietly hiding the comics rather than encouraging my kids to flick through them as I used to. The darkness in Man of Steel means that those same kids will grow up with the Reeve movies rather than the Cavill ones, which is probably cooler anyway.