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It has been longer than I care to admit than I have been here.  I’ve gotten more health problems, more life problems, more problems in general.  But I felt the need to publish this on my blog.  I thought I was going to submit to another platform I’ve been writing for, but I changed my mind and decided to submit it to my blog instead, since it’s one of my better pieces that I think deserves a larger audience.

Jimmy Kimmel has reaffirmed his place as my favorite late-night talk show host, for the very same reasons you probably don’t like him right now. That’s right – Jimmy Kimmel has been on an entire new plane of respect ever since his monologues about the Cassidy-Graham healthcare bill. Regardless of your political views, whether Republican, Democrat, Independent, or the Rent is Too Damn High Party (it’s real), Jimmy Kimmel is doing something important and it’s about time you looked at it directly in the eyes.  He gave an emotional monologue back in May when his child was born with a heart disease that can only be fixed through many expensive surgeries.  It’s a congenital heart condition that often requires lifelong care, and what better way to spread awareness for a problem than to use your A-list fame?

Now, it seems, he’s taken it one step further, literally picking a fight with Senators and other political talking heads because of what happened to his son.  He’s making America look at this problem right in the eye, not as a politician, but as a father.  Jimmy Kimmel, in essence, has become the face of worried family and friends when someone is diagnosed with a life-altering disorder, that often times never go away.  And some of us, at least, are happy he is.  Politics are an issue people avoid – it ruins Thanksgiving Day dinner, it causes fights on Facebook, and ultimately is just never a fun topic for people to engage in.  The problem is, the very issues you’re arguing over with Aunt Tilly living in Idaho is the very issue that is going to affect somebody in a very real way – and Jimmy’s child is just one example of that.

Being disabled in America is inherently political, as much as you’d like to stick your head in the sand and pretend it’s not.  Let me clarify:  It shouldn’t be political, but it is.  Nobody, really, wants to kill a disabled person. After all, we’re told we are inspiring and amazing and all of this romanticized crap about what it’s like to wake up with pain every day.  Except, it’s all romanticized.

And Jimmy Kimmel is reminding you of that.

He’s showing you how your inability to have a dialogue about a problem is affecting real people and how your romanticized view is nothing more than a feel-good story you made up in your head while ignoring the very real struggles someone experiences.  Critics will say he’s politicizing his son’s health problems. And anyone who is sick, or has a sick child, knows being sick is political, not inspirational.  After all, we needed an actual bill to win rights for disabled people.  If it wasn’t political, we wouldn’t need to have the Americans with Disabilities Act to ​literally be treated decently.

Sorry to be the one to break the news.

Aside from that, it’s also a highly underrepresented group of people who even within liberal circles are often forgotten to exist.  I’ve been surrounded by numerous talks regarding groups of people that are in the minority, and it often took a very long time for disabled to be mentioned.  In fact, disabled people are often forgotten entirely whenever I attended such a talk.  The only people who always included them were, well, disabled people.  It’s well known LGBT people, people of different races, people of certain religions, etc., are in minority groups.  But the problem is that “disabled” is often not a qualifier that is remembered.  

Someone who has a life changing or rare disorder does not have the luxury of sticking their heads in the sand and ignoring a bill like the Graham-Cassidy bill.  Because the passage of such a bill could literally mean life or death, and your sick friends want you to know that.  I tend to avoid political conversation, but wanting to kill me is generally where I draw the line (pretty fair, don’t you think?).

They want you to pay attention to these bills that are attempted to be passed, because we don’t have the luxury of calling it political hosh-kosh and saying how difficult healthcare is to resolve.  We don’t have the luxury of analyzing the details of how kinda-sorta pre-existing conditions might be covered, mostly because we will definitely wake up the next day feeling our pains, attending our treatments, and being scared about our futures.  We have to pay attention.

This isn’t about Democrat vs Republican.  This isn’t about the fine details of Obamacare and whether it’s good or bad or neutral or apocalyptic.  This is about pre-existing conditions.  This is about lifetime caps.  This is about that I didn’t want to get an official diagnosis because I knew that insurance companies wouldn’t want to insure me.  This is about peoples lives, which is inherently political, because it involves all of that.  However, there is another side to this.

It’s time to start remembering that nothing is complicated about not allowing insurance companies to discriminate against people with pre-existing conditions (such as raising premiums).  It’s time to start remembering nothing is complicated about giving a person a life cap and subsequently letting them die at 35 if they’re not rich.  It’s time to remember that you probably have a pre-existing condition, or will get one in your lifetime. Nothing about any of that is inherently political.  Taxes are political, not whether or not a cancer survivor can be priced out of insurance, or the 15 year old can get heart surgery.  It’s only political because it’s made to be.

And the sickest of people, currently, are fighting your battle. The people I see paying attention to this bill are the sickest of people I know, or people who are very politically savvy.  It’s not like when there were protests in the streets for rights for other groups of people.  People I know and people you know aren’t paying attention, unless this bill can end their lives.

Still, we are forgotten in mainstream dialogue.

Thank you, Jimmy Kimmel, for attempting to change that, and becoming the face of parents with chronically sick children, and the face of the worries, stress, and sleepless nights we experience as adults.  Thank you for becoming the face of the fear of being chronically sick and unable to work and the face of a scary treatment.  Thank you for trying to get people to pay attention.

Because until now, nobody else has.

Unless they’re calling us inspirational, of course.

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Whenever I can get to writing a blog post next, presumably likely Sunday, I am happy to report I’ve picked a direction.  As previously mentioned in another post, I love science.  Just reviewing movies has become a bit dry in the end. So on Sunday the new direction begins so to speak.  I’ve decided to harness my love of science and my most popular posts to date.  My most popular posts – surprise surprise – are usually analytical ones.  Ones like superheroes and the political climate. Ones like the Psychology of Superheroes.  Another big one is Let’s Talk About Christine.
I still will review a movie.  But the better part of the blog post will likely focus on science and representation, and how the movie itself adapted to or against that science.  Overall it will still be a solid, traditional review, and then I’ll hop into my favorite subject.  Others will focus on political and/or gender roles. Both of those will take on a more analytical perspective.

Feel free to let me know thoughts or suggestions.  I’m happy to be genuinely excited about this. 

So since I’ve been gone (I’m hearing Kelly Clarkson in my head… but the lyric is slightly different)… I feel like I don’t know what direction I want.  I like reviewing movies.  It’s something I’m relatively good at, and there isn’t a lot of pop culture things I’m good at.  Identifying an igneous rock? Very good at it.  Explaining meteorological phenomenon? Checkmate.  Pop culture? …. eh.
I’m bad at following TV shows.  I’m bad at remembering names and histories (see: comic books).  I still like them, I just don’t feel like I have any sort of particular edge other than being funny (I guess), which is why people follow me at all I’m assuming.  
So if strange, out of the ordinary posts pop up, that’s probably just me experimenting.  Because I will be experimenting a bit.  I have a few ideas in mind, I just need to implement them.

It’s been approximately since I started my experimental psychology: learning and behavior course.

I haven’t published here, but this blog is my heart.  Writing is my heart.  And I think I’m finally back for the summer – and I will find a way to keep it going this next semester.

And then when I graduate I’ll just blog for a living (just kidding).

I have a Civil War post planned.  Late to the party, but better late than never.

I love you all.

Thanks,
FP

 

PS:  I told you BVS would be shit.

*I do not speak for all chronically ill people.

Well, I’ve been sick again and it’s fun.  I miss my blog, I love you guys for being patient.  However,, I am writing a five minute post.  I am chronically ill and that’s part of why getting long, thought out, perfectly timed posts is so difficult.  I may actually start an audio YouTube channel because it will be easier a and quicker to get things done.  I just prefer writing – but I guess I can’t have everything.

Over the last few days I have experienced things people should not say to the chronically ill.  Things that have decidedly pissed me off.  Things that make me wonder if the people I’m talking to need to go see the Wizard for a brain.

Without further waiting, here we go, in no particular order:

1.  I know exactly how you feel.  I once sprained my ankle and I had a lot of pain!

Let me get this straight.  You sprained your ankle, once, maybe a couple of years ago, and that equates to a life long, life changing illness that needs to be constantly managed for the rest of your life.  You do not know exactly how I feel.  Unless you are me, and you have the illnesses I do, you cannot know exactly how I feel.  You don’t know how I feel.  What I have in particular is like spraining every area of your body every day.  That said, please stop pretending you understand, please stop being condescending, and please start listening. 

2. Nothing at all.

Society, really, I notice when you are hiding the fact the chronically ill make you uncomfortable.  Why is talking about it such taboo?  Bullshit.  I have health problems.  They are a part of who I am but do not define me as a person either.  You could ask me how I feel, just like I – or any other person chronically ill or not – would ask you if you had like, a 12 hour stomach virus, which is decidedly not life changing.

3.  That sucks.

So do you. 

(this one should be self explanatory)

4.  Just get some sleep.  You’ll be fine.

If only sleep cured idiocy, too.  I sleep more than the average person.  If I don’t get 9 hours of sleep (sometimes I sleep 12 hours, like today) I feel like a zombie.  I feel like I have been out drinking in the city when in reality I just got less sleep than my body demands.  Telling someone shut up and sleep and you’ll be fine is really pretty fucking insensitive.  Listen to us.  Let us talk.  Next time you get into an argument with your brother or sister or parents and have to vent, we are going to say just get some sleep and you’ll be fine.  It’s just not appropriate.  If sleep fixed what I have, I’d break the fucking Guinness book record.

5.  I heard about this Dr. Oz remedy if you eat dog shit and take a bath in deodorant you’ll feel better!

We really dont want to hear about the remedy Dr. Oz talked about because if we knew of a remedy we would probably use it.  A doctor would probably suggest it and if they didn’t, we probably would find it ourselves or ask a support group their thoughts.  You will not fix us.  Sorry, white knight.

Point in case:  LISTEN.  BE SUPPORTIVE.  TREAT IT LIKE ITS REAL. Don’t take us for granted.

There’s more, but I’ll make a part 2.

I’m not even home as I’m typing this.  I miss my blog.  I miss comics, trailers, and comic book movies.  I miss writing reviews into oblivion.  I’m taking an unusual stance today.  I am taking an unusual stance, slightly political in nature, right now, on this blog.

I miss blogging.  I miss my hobbies.

I am now pronouncing myself a pissed off millennial.  This may spawn it’s own blog, assuming I have time to write at all.

I don’t do my blog or my hobbies anymore.  The reason for that is the Millennial generation has been the constantly screwed generation.  We are in college, treated as customers, getting ourselves into debt and working ourselves until the point of exhaustion.  Virtually everyone college aged I know is in debt.  Everyone spewed the follow your dreams crap at us until we discovered Google and realized the unemployment rate for that career is 25 percent.  Everyone spewed the do what you love crap until they realized they’d have to virtually give up their lives to fulfill a career dream.

I love blogging.  But the fact is, I don’t review anymore because I am a pissed off millennial.  I don’t review anymore because I am a millennial paying for college and having a night job (and a day job, other than college).  I don’t review anymore because I’m perpetually stressed out trying to pick a job I like and can make a living wage with, or just picking a back up plan.  I’m stressed out. 

Other generations call us the crybaby generation.  But our generation has been screwed over numerous times.  We aren’t entitled, we’re busting our butts to get what we want.  We need a day job, college, and that hobby that-might-become-a-career we hope.

I’m not complaining about not getting the job I want or having to work at it.  However, how can you begin to work hard at something when so many other areas of your life are in near constant pull?  I can’t sit down and write a review anymore, I need to do something else.  “i need” is the only constant in my life.  I need to do something. 

We got in debt to maybe get a job we might like while giving up our hobbies and our relationships in the process.  Friends are a luxury, not a commodity.

Someone, please tell me, there’s something wrong with this picture.  We aren’t the spoiled generation.  We are the Screwed Generation.

And that’s why you don’t see my blog posts anymore.

So I saw Age of Ultron last night.  It was the first time in recent memory, or at all, I have been to a movie on opening night.  This is a legitimate accomplishment.  I know that’s strange, but, yeah.

So.. Age of Ultron.  This is spoiler free, I’ll be writing one of my massive spoiler-laden posts after this one.  I admit though, I don’t know what to say.  I just was so blown away by it that I don’t know what to write.  The movie is just downright amazing.  The whole time you’re watching you’re engrossed in it.  It made the one bad part look good.

Honestly, the film starts off strong, and it ends strong.  The whole time you’re reacting.  I am a very reactive person while in a movie theater – I don’t make noise (as in you wouldn’t want to stab me), but I am like, silently having a breakdown in my seat during the peak fight scenes.  If you ask me, Joss Whedon and Marvel took all the good parts of Avengers and expanded on them.  Not only that, but they took the bad parts and turned them into something good.  One of my complaints for Avengers was that it feels long.  The thing is, Ultron isn’t terribly shorter – a whole two or three minutes shorter – but it doesn’t feel as long because it always has your attention.  What I loved about it was that it exceeded my expectations.  I didn’t expect the humor, I certainly didn’t expect to see the amount of humanity we did.  In Avengers they come off as human, yes, but in Ultron you feel the stakes.  You know they’re raised, even on an emotional level.  You can almost feel their tiredness and psyches in between their will to stop Ultron.  The character development, for me, was completely out of this world.  I feel like I know them after watching this movie.  I feel like I have such a good sense of their pasts, presents, and where they’re headed – and where the Avengers are headed.

And that was the big difference. We got a taste of their personalities in this film.  They get opinionated about real things, not just if Captain America is old or not, or if Coulson is creepy.  There’s a lot to digest when you watch this movie, which means I shouldn’t be bored if I watch it again.  You’re almost becoming opinionated as you watch it.  It presents various political and even psychological issues throughout it.  There is always something to figure out about the characters.

Overall, I don’t really have any complaints I can put here.  All the fight scenes were worth the watch, the characters were great, and it made you ask questions.  My only complaint would be that Black Widow was underused. I thought Ultron was a little emotionally underwhelming at times (not all the time), but I’m not willing to write that in stone until I see the movie a second time.  I also thought some of the characters – the smaller characters – were also a little bit underwhelming, but that’s not too fair because they’re not main characters and they may use them eventually.

Like I said, there isn’t much to say because I don’t have too many complaints (or it involves spoilers): just go see it.  It’s one of the best, to date.

I have missed too much.  I am very open with my life on this blog – unlike most bloggers.  I don’t actually like being in the spotlight.  I’m trying to get my momentum back, desperately.  Unfortunately, it has been decided I need to let some things go (no this blog isn’t closing).  I do too many things for one person to handle, and they’re not necessarily hobbies.  They’re just the everyday bullshit you always do.  I take care of a sickly cat, my sister’s dog (yeah, really), do the foodshopping, do some of the cooking, help my grandparents, will be working 2 or 3 jobs and volunteering, and handle whatever bullshit is thrown my way (like two weeks ago, when my dad was taken to the hospital).  I go to college and have a sleep schedule that would make you wonder if I’m actually human.  I have not been to the gym in weeks, I am investing in a 300 dollar filter so my fish tank water changes can be less time consuming (even the fish are taking a hit), and I haven’t picked up a pencil or camera (I used to draw and do photography for hobbies) for months, if not years. Typing here is my release.  Even if I don’t directly mention my cat shitting, vomiting, and pissing on the floor in one day (I hope you’re not eating, I am sorry) I can be enraged over, say, The Amazing Spider-Man 2 and channel it all there.  But no.  Even that luxury has left me.

So in response, I’m cutting things out to get this blog done because I enjoy it (downtime is still a thing, right?), and maybe have half of a normal life.

In other words, I’m letting you know it’s not just you (here I go again, making it sound like I’m dating my blog).  Luckily, my school schedule next semester is less “what the fuck” all over the place.  It does not push me to my limit – because until this semester, I was doing great.  I updated Mon/Wed/Fri or Sat, and kept the momentum.  I didn’t get pushed to my fucking limit.  I am at my limit, physically. I get home at 11 PM and need to be up at 7 AM, and get up at 7 AM the day before the 11 PM day.  Three more weeks, followers.  Please bear with me.  Assuming I am still alive (I kid).

So I mean, just because I’ve been quiet doesn’t mean I don’t have a lot to say.

Talking about Ultron would be stupid, because I can see it in 4 days and stay up 24 hours to talk about it, since I have so much other shit to do.

I don’t know where to start.  I feel like a time traveler.

I’ll begin in the next post (as in, being published now, so I can collect my thought better).

Another character QA.

Posted: April 7, 2015 in Uncategorized

So I decided to release another one of these.  This time I’m actually giving you some information!

Q: where have you been?
A: I have been sick for the last three weeks. I’ve been on steroids, sudafed, mucinex, NSAIDs, albuterol, benadryl.  You name it I’ve taken it.   How my kidneys are still here I dont know. How I am not dead is even more of a wonder.

Q: so you’re not just being lazy.
A: not even close.  There was a day I was awake for around 36 hours.

Q: So this character.
A: I’ve already mentioned Orwell is a big inspiration.

Q: so what does he do? Defend a city? State? Country? world?
A: I have thought heavily about this.  The fact is, he doesn’t fit into one category.  I think the character falls into that sort of thing.  I think to decide that prematurely and stick to it you need to have a reallly good handle on what  the fuck you’re doing.  It’s sort of like naming a story before you’ve written it.  It’s a strange concept to me.  The fact is I intended on him defending a city, and he will primarily defend a city, but the world is his playground if you will.

Q: give us a name.
A: Mailroom.

Q: strange name isn’t it?
A: well yes and no.  It came to me one day walking my paper routes (major hint right here).  The mailroom is where it all happens.  Where the packages are sent and delivered.  Where the tedious organization happens.  where all the unknown workers are, but without them, it wouldn’t happen.  You wouldn’t get your package.  The service wouldn’t deliver. The mailroom is like that really mystical place that nobody knows, too.  You go to places and it’s like, where’s the mailroom? was it even delivered? how do we find the mailroom?  It’s just this place full of production and enigma dashed away into an unknown part of the process.  Stuck away in some unknown part of the world it happens to be in or serve.

Q: it’s still a weird name.
A: yes I’m aware. He rocks though.

Q: so… How does an unknown part of freaking FedEx relate to… Superheroes?
A: more than you think.  He’s a combination of the things that surround us.  He is a mainfestation of the bombardment of media we get combined with the traditional idea of old school media.  Before the days of cnn.com or Fox television, we had newspapers.  Magazines.  In other words he’s probably the only superhero who has a Facebook account and a cell phone while remaining completely under your nose.

Q: so he’s very public?
A: anything but.  He’s very much an enigma, and it’s a huge part of his story and a plotline I’m working on.  You see Wolf Blitzer analyzing like, one word Obama said that one time 8 years ago in that really obscure speech in some random state.  Just apply that logic to MR. They know who he is.  They are curious about him.  He even does a very public job as his alter ego so he is directly under their nose.  But he won’t tell them.  Not a thing. It doesn’t help the federal government doesn’t like him much.

Q: why the feds?
A: he’s an anti hero.  Anti hero things, bro.

Mind. He is copyrighted. Officially. No stealing.

You heard me right.  Let’s talk about Christine.

Seriously, we are going to talk about Christine.  Christine needs to be talked about, here.  It is crucial.  Christine is a typical girl.  She does makeup, dyes her hair, and enjoys shopping. Travel and photography are a thing for her here.  Always doing that “posting pictures of her food” thing.  Obsessed with the arts and love stories.  Maybe she enjoys pets, too, always calling everything with two eyes cute.  Hangs out with guys.  This is Christine.  Maybe long, blonde hair if you want.

I know what you’re thinking: How could you do this to Christine?

Now, let me flesh out Christine a little bit more.

Christine does makeup and hair dye because she likes to cosplay comics and horror movies (her favorite kind of movies, mind), and her natural hair color isn’t blonde.  When she goes shopping, it’s for games, comic books, and sports supplies, because she rallied for her highschool to get a girl’s lacrosse team and ended up being the captain.  Her writing and arts interests lie in fantasy, like Lord of The Rings type fantasy, with a slight romantic and dramatic twist throughout.  Her favorite pet isn’t a cat – it’s a lizard, and she tends to think Skinks – yes, in all of their bug-eating glory – make the best beginner lizards, but her interests lie with the larger monitors.  She hangs out with guys, but hasn’t wanted to date.  And never has.  She’s not much of a cook either and is a blackbelt instead, so she didn’t cook that food she posted a photo of.

Right.. so that’s Christine.  What’s that?  Were you expecting Gucci bags? (Not that there is a problem with Gucci bags, but there is a larger point to this point.  She may buy Gucci every once in a while).

It was recently International Women’s Day, and while I am not usually a huge fan of Anything Day (reasons), I thought it would be an appropriate time to write this sort of post I have been planning quite a while.  Mind you, there is no real Christine, she does not exist.  If a Christine out there fits the description, you kick ass, except this is not intended to be you, or anyone you know, even if they are not named Christine.  Christine also has a birthday – she was born today at 8:00 PM, so unless you go through infancy to highschool in less than 20 minutes and happened to have physically come out of my head like something out of the Alien franchise are you the Christine I am referring to.  Sidenote:  I nor Christine hate men.  If I hated men, I certainly should not be involved in several male dominated fields (I am not referring to comics).

Regardless, I thought I’d take a look at the history of women in comics.  By the way, if you haven’t figured it out already, Christine becomes Christine the Comic Writer, much like Rosie the Riveter.  Rosie the Riveter has a better ring to it, though, I admit…

Christine is inspired by Nellie the Nurse, Millie the Model (good god, really?), and Tessie the Typist (aka a fancy secretary, not sexist at all).  Apparently, starting in the Golden Age Archie Comics geared comics toward women and women primarily read comics but I am not at all convinced the storylines were anything deeper than learning how to use the vacuum (of course, being taught by a man) or fighting over a guy.  .. Or both.  Considering Archie Comics made the comic known as, well, Archie, which features two ditzy women fighting over who gets to date one (gasp) tall blonde dude, I am probably not far off.

Another sidenote is that this isn’t some PR appeal or some awful attempt at being politically correct: this is not my motive, and considering I curse on my blog, that would be a very misguided assumption on your part because cursing isn’t politically correct.  I actually do have a post in the works (mentally) about something regarding men/boys/males.  Originally, I was going to merge those two together, but I’d like to go to bed sometime before tomorrow morning for once.  I’m giving up playing Civ V for you.  Appreciate the post (or else).

But after that Golden Age, Nellie, Millie, and Tessie were all born.  And I am making Christine be born.

Women were either “career oriented” (wtf does that even mean?), perky teenagers, or romance heroines.  The romance involved women could either be good or bad, and if they’re good, they were probably stuffed in the refrigerator.  I don’t really get the whole “bad” vs “good” distinction, just because we could have a gay superhero (I’m being 100% serious) being tempted by another gay man, or a strong superhero woman being tempted by a guy.. but.. ok. This is still around – I recently saw some kind of book regarding comics and it specifically mentioned “tempting women”.  Like as an entire section.  Are we career oriented in that our career is stalking a male superhero now in some sort of odd desperation to date or have sex with him?  I don’t understand…

Among the first female superheroes were Scarlet O’Neil and Black Fury.  Scarlet O’Neil aka the Invisible Woman was plain clothes and walked around doing things like saving little kids and getting kidnapped.  In general, it was not action packed (source: Wikipedia).  Then you had Miss Fury who was.. eventually turned into a dude, obviously?  Black Fury (aka Miss Fury) became John Perry and Rex King.  She then wasn’t revived until 1991 in which case I am not including it.  I’m strictly ’40s to late 50s right now.

Who knew one of them would maintain a blog in 75 years.

And I know I may get the crowd who is like “get over it” but I’m not like actively blaming society for doing this 75 years ago.  It’s really just retrospective out of my own curiosity.  And Christine’s.

Regardless, after the slight abomination that appears to be The Invisible Woman, we actually see Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.  Of course, she happens to be blonde, and tall, and wearing heels, and white, but probably the best of the bunch at the time.  From Wikipedia:

As Trina Robbins, in The Great Women Superheroes wrote:[5]

[M]ost of [Fiction House’s] pulp-style action stories either starred or featured strong, beautiful, competent heroines. They were war nurses, aviatrixes, girl detectives, counterspies, and animal skin-clad jungle queens, and they were in command. Guns blazing, daggers unsheathed, sword in hand, they leaped across the pages, ready to take on any villain. And they did not need rescuing.

Sheena seemed to be pretty successful, and seemed to have a fair amount of abilities.  She was able to turn into whatever animal she made contact with and ability to communicate with wild animals.  The first superhero though, who was a woman, was apparently Fantomah, a woman who never aged and turned into a skull-like creature to fight crime (nice, I like the morbidity; it’s not “lady like”).  In a time where saving children without any action was the norm, at least it’s a step in the right direction in a time when Peggy Carter was still Captain America’s damsel in distress (I fucking hate that term).  She had always been needing to be saved, and I admit as a Cap fan it was nice to see Peggy take the stage for another reason than needing Cap to come save her.. really.

Yes, we’re hopping over to the big guys. Particularly, the history of Wonder Woman.

Funny story.. Wonder Woman was the suggestion from a wife of a guy.  William Moulton Marston, a psychologist, thought comics had uncracked potential,and his wife insisted he create a superheroine.. so.. he explained it as Sigmund Freud would, while also believing women should rule the world?:

“Not even girls want to be girls so long as our feminine archetype lacks force, strength, and power. Not wanting to be girls, they don’t want to be tender, submissive, peace-loving as good women are. Women’s strong qualities have become despised because of their weakness. The obvious remedy is to create a feminine character with all the strength of Superman plus all the allure of a good and beautiful woman.”

If you’re unaware, Sigmund Freud had an R-Rated (is there something higher than R?) theory about women, that they didn’t want to actually be women, and they envied men because they were men, and they distanced themselves from their mothers for this reason and subsequently hung out with dad.  Frankly, I don’t want to be goddamn tender and submissive whether I am a woman or not.  But regardless, that was the mindset, I guess, of the time.  At least he listened to his wife and created the first widely recognized female superhero.  Really, I’m not delving too deep into this just because it’s blowing my mind a little bit.  That statement is clearly sexist but he also wanted women to rule the world, and was slightly sexist against men, believing women were more honest?  I’m supposing that is stereotype, therefore wanting us to the rule the world is also sort of sexist?  By the sounds of it, it’s meant in a stereotypical/sexist manner for both parties, with men elevated in importance, slightly?…

How I feel.

By now, though, we’re starting to realize women are people (now the Silver Age).  Lois Lane is created, Batwoman, Jean Loring, and Carol Ferris, all “career women”.  Iris West, Kathy Kane, and Vicki Vale have been thrown into the mix.  Still, though, sexism weaved some of their cores, as we all know Lois needed to be saved a few times, and Batwoman apparently used perfume and a hair net as weapons (god, at least make her use mace instead of perfume if you’re going to be sexist).  Unfortunately, I will not detail all of these, it’s 10 PM now, Christine is probably graduating high school, I feel like I am growing old writing this post, I’m eating peanut butter and jelly in mass quantities in an attempt to keep myself from starving.  Sort of like Tom Hanks in Cast Away.  But with a laptop, instead of a soccer ball.

Regardless of PBJ here, Marvel is playing catch up, and creates their first female superhero in the form of Invisible Woman…. several decades after Wonder Woman.. and Mr. Fantastic has had instances of.. abuse…

Come on.. you can do better than that…

Regardless, it is very interesting, considering Marvel’s movies/tv shows.  You know.. Black Widow.  Peggy.  Rogue.  Jean Grey.  All the superheroine Avengers. Wasp.  Regardless, originally, Marvel’s heroines (yes, we don’t need to say “female superheroes”) were treated as less than equal. It is almost as though they are quietly hiding away from their past mistakes.. and Not-So-Mr. Fantastic’s mistakes.. while creating all these strong women.  DC Comics was not a beacon of light, exactly, either, due to this policy:

[the] Editorial Policy Code regarding the portrayal of women, which stated, “The inclusion of females in stories is specifically discouraged. Women, when used in plot structure, should be secondary in importance, and should be drawn realistically, without exaggeration of feminine physical qualities”.

So more or less, women in stories was discouraged, unless they happened to somehow supplement the superhero.  Which.. just about makes sense.  Obviously.  Though, everyone did this it seems – I guess DC just put it in writing?  Did Marvel do it too?

Regardless, I’m moving on, because I bit off more than I can chew.  To the Bronze Age! (sidenote:  If I seem like I’m rushing, I’m waiting for a larger point and I am about to hit one.  This is all pretty generic information).

The part we’ve been waiting for.. assuming I was alive.  The feminist era.  The part where all the women realized, there is something seriously wrong with Mollie the Model or whatever godforsaken terrible name they gave her.

Aside from the comic character “Man-killer” being made, this was overall not that bad of an era.

I just.. I don’t have a witty comment for this.

People start realizing women are just as capable of leadership as men, and Mrs. Fantastic becomes the leader of the Fantastic Four, and Wasp becomes a founding Avenger.  Jean Grey becomes Phoenix, Storm is created, and one man sets out to revamp some of them: Chris Claremont.  He revamps and helps settle Rogue, Psylocke, Storm, Jean Grey, and Kitty Pryde.  Suddenly, the teenagers become serious, and women are now a thing (as in popular).  Notice a lot of those or all of them have been in movies, now, or very famous at the least.  But the elephant in the room is not any of these: It’s Ms. Marvel.

Ms. Marvel isn’t in a movie.  She is getting her own movie.

Ms. Marvel, apparently, seems to embody Marvel’s troubles with representing women during that time due to her controversy.  She worked at a magazine obviously geared toward women, and her headline was “This Woman Fights Back!”.  It’s very possible Marvel picked Ms. Marvel to be their first female-led movie, well, because that is more or less what she was designed for in the first place.  She was a symbol of the push to get more female characters and not portraying women as damsels in distress – let’s only hope she lives up to that despite not being known to the general public.  But still, despite the apparent symbolism here, do you think someone like Black Widow would’ve been a better pick?  Is there any possibility there will eventually be a Black Widow movie?  Is that why they picked her and not some other random superheroine?

In between all of this, we get Barbara Gordon, who is injured by the Joker after the events of The Killing Joke, who takes things a step further – she is disabled, now, but became the leader of Birds of Prey.  She’s another example of the strong women blossoming now, and everyone collectively realizing women are people and not cooking machines.

Now, we hit the Modern Age.  Now.  Probably your childhood.

We start off the era with Tank Girl:

The eponymous character Tank Girl drives a tank, which is also her home. She undertakes a series of missions for a nebulous organization before making a serious mistake and being declared an outlaw for her sexual inclinations and her substance abuse. The comic centers on her misadventures with her boyfriend, Booga, a mutant kangaroo.

I’m sorry.. I’m sorry what? A mutant kangaroo?  What the hell?  I know nothing about this, so I’m not commenting, but, if you happen to know, do tell me, because mutant kangaroos?

Still, women were treated as sex stories.  Because sex sells.  As a result, the wonderful and amazing and my personal comic writer hero, Gail Simone (she retweeted me once!), started the Women in Refrigerators campaign after seeing a Green Lantern comic where GL finds his girlfriend dead because of a villain and stuffed in a refrigerator.  Ever since that, using women for the “sex sells” excuse and depowering or killing women has become less and less.  And that is where we are now, along with more LGBT diversity such as Batwoman.

Yeah.. more work to be done, here.

I understand that both sexes are inaccurately portrayed, but this is also the guy who made “Captain America” become “Captain Americhest” (seriously, that drawing has obliques everywhere).  Above is Ms. Brokeback, considering her back is anatomically broken because of the need to exaggerate her chest and butt.  There is still work to be done, but hopefully, if that trend means anything, we can get it done – without gender tension.

At least X-Men has shown it has strong female characters, and two female-led movies are on the way.  Now, finally, we are reaching some semblance of equalization.  Peggy Carter helped paved the way.  Wonder Woman got it started, and Ms. Marvel helped us out.  Black Widow kicks ass, and X-Men is chock full of X-Women.  Finally, women are having a bit of a foothold in comics because of the characters.  We aren’t all the same, and we don’t have the same interests – including the traditional ones.

When you read comics or create female characters, think of Christine the Comic Writer.

(Happy belated International Women’s Day).