Superman in an apron! I repeat: SUPERMAN IN AN APRON!
Since re-posting our lost posts is all the rage these days, here goes one story I had found that I think deserves to be remembered. Namely, the time that Superman proved that, for all his power, he was complete and utter fail as a 1940s-era homemaker.
Also, he wears an apron.
Great Rao! How did it ever come to this!?
Forgive me if I'm doing anything wrong. I was an infrequent poster of scans even at old scans_daily, so I'm sort of out of my element.
Superman: totally emasculated by having to wash dishes in front of a child.
Also, you've gotta admire the chutzpah of Lois's neighbor. "Why it's... it's SUPERMAN! The most famous and powerful man on the entire planet! Say, would you mind babysitting my unbelievably bratty kid for me? Ordinarily I'd never ask, but you clearly don't have anything more important to do at the moment."
HAW! It's funny because the kid didn't think Superman would hit a child. How wrong he was!
And poor Lois. She really has no clue at all, does she?
Just for the record, spanking is corporal punishment. Capital punishment is the death penalty. In other words, Superman was totally going to kill that kid... which may explain why he is now aiming at the brat's head instead of his ass.
Now observe Superman's disastrous visit to the corner store. While we can only see his head he is clearly in Superman mode, not his Clark Kent disguise, which means that the women shoppers are all completely ignoring the fact that Superman himself just showed up in full costume in order to buy whipped cream. Also, what in the world could the other shoppers be doing to make Superman exclaim "Awk?" Are they stepping on his invulnerable toes with their kryptonite shoes or something? Or is he just barely biting off the obscenity he was about to scream when he realized how many people were ahead of him in line?
Har! Superman's cake fell! And so he seriously loses his shit in front of Lois and her aunt! They don't write 'em like that anymore.
All in all, a classic mix of superdickery and 1940s sexism. And too cracktastic to be forgotten.