Stanley Lieber, more commonly known by his pen name, Stan Lee, really needs no introduction, does he? If you are reading this post, you know who he is. Join me, then, in singing his praises, and in wishing him a happy birthday. Seven years shy of being a centenarian, Stan “The Man” is living proof that cool has no age limit. The word “legend” falls short. The world of Comics, and now the world of Cinema also—I would argue the entire world of popular culture, and even Culture in general, as the man’s work really is that prevalent—as we know it/them would not exist today if not for Stan Lee.
Spider-Man. The Fantastic Four. The X-Men. Iron Man. The Incredible Hulk. The Avengers. Daredevil. These are just a sampling of your many creations, the progeny of your fertile imagination. The highbrows can no longer dismiss you as just “that comic book guy.” Your mark on civilization is too evident, your effect too pervasive. Thou hast conquered, Lieber! If your legacy doesn’t meet the snooty definition of “Art,” as some nimrods would suggest, you have simply redefined the word. A modern-day Homer or Ovid, weaving a new mythology; such is the stuff of which icons are made. In short, Stan, you rock. Happy birthday, and may you have many more!