Collectible Esteem

Or: Why MyComics Aren’t Worth Shit and Never Will Be. As thirty looms closer and closer, I’ve come to embrace my dorkiness, it’s cheeky and likeable in many situations. I’ve always been a dork, regardless of my willingness to acknowledge this truth. I collected comics, toys, and trading cards of all sorts as a kid. Being a collector in the early ninetiesmeans that I completely fellvictim to the collector’s society that was evident in comic culture at the time. Everythingwas an investment. Any...