BEM’s best quality was unabashedly wearing a sweater with his name on it
Either Emotions is thinking hard in that first panel, or he’s about to go third knuckle deep into his left nostril. YOU DECIDE.
BEM, brought to us by the fine National Social Welfare Assembly folks behind the dumb Brotherhood Quotient and the debunking of health myths, bears no relation to R.E.M. He is, however, the pinnacle of young manhood, melding the mind, the heart, and the physique into one irresistible dance floor package. Didn’t Cobra do something like this when they made Serpentor?
And it should also be noted that uniting Brains, Emotions, and Muscles apparently gives BEM the power to dance in the herky-jerky, all knees and elbows tradition of Elaine Benes. Cut that rug, Epitome of White Youth. (And, for those curious (i.e. no one), Emotions pretty much replicates the repressed, fuzzy memories of my fumbling prom experience, complete with a female wailing in acute exasperation.)