Yesterday, The Boys, Amazon Prime’s hit superhero satire based on a comic series by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson, aired its final episode. 

It was one of my favorite shows, a series that entered my life at a crucial moment, which you can read more about it here (CW: Domestic Abuse). As I reflect on why this show means so much to me, one word comes to mind: 

Justice.

By this point, The Boys has cemented its reputation for being as extreme as possible, as subtle as a sledgehammer in its satire of not only the superhero genre, but late capitalism and fascism as well. At its very best, it was a fearless skewering of the US adoration of “heroes,” the idea of saviors, and the reality that, if such powerful beings did exist, we would probably all be victims to their petty whims. 

It is a show that has a strong moral code, a bleak, raging scream against a world that is all too eager to embrace its cruelest, ugliest self. And yet, for as flawed (at best) or downright loathsome (as worst) as these characters may be, there is a clarity of vision in their respective fates, a true understanding that no matter how impossible the odds may seem, the fight cannot be surrendered. 

To have a show so clearly articulate this, especially when the world feels so uncertain, that hope is a big part of my love for The Boys. It is, without a doubt, one of the most oddly affirming and hopeful series I have seen. One that acknowledges how rage is important, but to let it become venom will only end in needless destruction. Even in the most impossible situations, we mustn’t lose our moral compass, no matter how fragile or damaged it may be. 

As the series has depicted, time and time again, those who are responsible for the ugliest parts of our current reality deserve justice untempered by mercy. We keep fighting for the better future we deserve. 

Always. 



Have a great day, afternoon, evening, ‘cados!