The Finches

Quick warning: This post contains spoilers for Issue 36 of the New 52 Wonder Woman

I just finished issue 36 of the New 52 Wonder Woman, starring the team of Meredith and David Finch.  After the wonderful, strong, dynamic, mythology-filled epic by Cliff Chiang and Brian Azzarello, I’m disappointed.  Wonder Woman no longer looks or acts like the strong, capable–yet flawed in an oh-so-human way–woman of issue 35.  Now, she looks like a pouty 16-year-old.  Her curves, colors and highlights give her an almost soft-core look, especially when they’re juxtaposed with Chiang’s angular style.  Also, her attitude is almost completely different.  She picks a fight with Swamp Thing just for seeing him in the vicinity of the village, and her excuse is “I’m stressed and angry about the dead villagers.”  While I do think showing her vulnerability and the amount of pressure she feels can be an excellent tool to tell her story, I don’t feel this was a good use of the material.  She went from slightly dysfunctional woman capable of holding her own against the First Born and everyone else in the pantheon with wit as much as brute strength to girl who doesn’t know how to read a situation before attacking a somewhat innocent bystander.  She’s the god of war.  War is strategy as much as might.  By the end of issue 35, she showed her abilities as a true leader of war.  Now, they threw her back to the starting gate?

Despite my misgivings, I will still read at least the next two issues.  Part of my reason for possibly cutting Wonder Woman from my pull list is financial.  I have less disposable income, and I will probably lose even more in the coming months.  Less income for me means saving my $3 plus tax each month and subsequent storage costs for a comic I don’t like as much anymore.  I thought about cutting it before, but I loved the gods and goddesses arc.  I could care less about the Justice League or Superman when I read Wonder Woman’s title.  Yes, her story is part of theirs, but I don’t want them to overpower her in her own comic.

Good luck, Finches.  Please make a liar out of me.


Single Dilemma

Today was another day where someone told me I was going to “find a man.”  It was my grandma.  She said she would only have so much time with me because “one day a man is going to come in here and sweep you off your feet.  Then, we won’t see you no more.”. I said I would leave on my own before a man made me do it.  She said “oh yeah” in a disbelieving, slightly surprised sort of way, but she’s hard of hearing.  She could have replied to anything she thought she heard.

I am twenty-seven years old, and I have heard these types of remarks from family members and strangers on so many occasions, I can’t count them anymore.  Sometimes, it feels like my life is teeming with people ready to tell me what my romantic life should be.  Even the dating site ads seem more aggressive.  Fortunately, it seems friends are immune to this growing disease.

When I encounter one of these people, I remember a conversation I had with a young woman–she was in her early 30s–in an airport about her recent divorce.  She was moving to San Francisco for a new job.  Like me, she was from a small town–one very close to mine–and, despite her excellent career as a nurse, people constantly hounded her about not being married and turning into an old maid.  One day, she met a man who seemed nice enough, so she rushed into marrying him.  She had a few misgivings, but she chalked them up to nerves.  A month or two into their marriage, he tells her that he is going to date other women, but they’re going to stay married.  Naturally, she objects.  He starts verbally abusing her.  Eventually, the verbal abuse leads to him hitting her.  So, she leaves him, takes out a restraining order, and moves in with her mother.  Of course, he keeps up his pleasing façade with their acquaintances, and some of them still believe he isn’t the abusive monster he is in private.  Anyway, she told me he started following her in spite of the restraining order, which added one more reason to move out of town besides the joy of traveling.

Anyway, the point of the story is she let people pressure her into a bad situation, and it caused her more grief than if she stayed single her entire life and became an “old maid.”. I know some people do find happiness in marriage or with a partner of some sort, and I know others, like the woman from the airport, find additional grief instead of a respite from the rest of the world.  Sometimes the grief leads to a situation with a better partner.  Sometimes, it doesn’t.  Either way, it’s important to block those “well-intentioned” voices and do what you need to do.

There is still a lot of pressure for young women to marry.  I humbly request that the matchmakers, the do-gooders, and the family members and perfect strangers who don’t know when to keep their wide and long noses out of other people’s business keep their unwanted opinions to themselves.  With all this pressure, we women–and some young men–are ready to burst from abuse.