R. and I watched the first two episodes of Supergirl yesterday. It’s fun, fairly light, and Melissa Benoist’s charisma is, like, off the charts good.
Her character, like Superman, can fly, lift airplanes and buses, breathe freezing air, laser shit with her eyes, and just generally kick ass, but her most remarkable superpower is flying through the sky with her hair down and landing with a perfect coif.
I can’t fly, but I have been in a convertible. After a half-hour of driving around, my (then-long) hair was a matted carpet. I’ve been using it as a welcome mat ever since.