Superman’s home planet sucked. The air on Krypton was noxious, the radiation was intense, and the gravity would have flattened you like a space pancake. I imagine Krypton as a pressure cooker—a meaner, less habitable version of earth. Yet, Superman’s ancestors survived and his family did just fine there—at least up until the planet exploded. By the time that Superman arrived on earth, the most intense and hostile things humans could throw at him pretty… Continue reading Spend Time on Krypton