I remember ages ago (before I was fat and old) hearing this on THIS AMERICAN LIFE. At the end, when the narrator starts confiding in Clark Kent, I just stared at my car radio, horrified. Horrified at the lack of integrity of Clark Kent, and at the realization that Superman could never really identify with any of us.
@AngriestGeek: I can appreciate how it could be interpreted that way. And maybe that's how the author intended it, or perhaps intended it to be deliberately ambiguous. But it seemed sorta like the moral equivalent of reading someone's diary.
@AngriestGeek: In hindsight, it also reminds me of those arguments that Batman and Superman really have split personalities: that Bruce Wayne and Batman are effectively not the same person, but two competing personalities. A schizophrenic Superman probably doesn't bear thinking about too much...
What would be even more disappointing would be discovering "Stuart" wasn't always a man of steel and needed help in bed. Or that he couldn't fly her to Paris (literally) or bring her anything she wanted.
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What would be even more disappointing would be discovering "Stuart" wasn't always a man of steel and needed help in bed. Or that he couldn't fly her to Paris (literally) or bring her anything she wanted.