You're looking for a new job. You're white, male, good looking, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, and come from a decent middle-class family. One day, you happen to see a job opening in the classifieds (which you spot through the wall of your office at the daily paper).
This is your chance, you think, to do what you love doing: fighting crime, protecting the innocent, and kicking some serious Lex Luther ass. The ad says to apply in person today down at the Hall of Justice, the world famous superhero headquarters. This is really your lucky day, you think.
In less than thirty seconds, you have on your suit and are en route to the interview. You land at the front door of the Hall of Justice, and are welcomed into the building by a brunette with red tights and a golden lasso.
You see that you are not the first person to arrive; a line of people are waiting to enter a room at the end of a hallway. They must be the other applicants, you think, but you can hardly believe it. Two of the people are in wheel chairs, one is severely obese, and one has several cockroaches in his hair and emits an odor remarkably similar to that of human urine.
"This is the superhero interview, isn't it?" you ask.
"Yeah," a man in a blue cape shrugs. "Not that we can afford another employee, but with that new FISHPA law..."
