First, I want to set the proper tone for my blog. I shall commence with one of those ice breaking jokes.
Q. What do you get if you cross a sidekick with a crowbar?
A. A lot of knife wounds to the shoulder
Now, down to business. A few days ago, Girl-Wonder launched the Girls Read Comics blog. That, for me, as a male comics reader, was a good start for the project Girl Wonder. It was fiery, it was topical, and it was Karen speaking her mind.
As it happens, I’d like to repeat three of Karen’s points.
1. Superhero comics are frequently, blazingly, horrifyingly sexist.
To which I add, that cuts both ways. Sexist and stereotypical portrayal of men and women occurs. This is going to be a recurring battletheme overhere at Designated Sidekick. <*>”. More on that later.
2. Yes, super comics are sexist, and no, women should not have to stop reading them. That’s like saying that because teenage girls spend more on a product…say clothes, the only clothes that should be made are for girls. Hmm. I don’t know if there’s that many young men who’d be happy to see their jeans and t-shirts replaced with short skirts and boobtubes using the same logic about comic book sales (Gotta go where the money is fellas). Same logic, different product line. If you’re not happy about that argument, wait until I suggest what we can do with the logic presented in the “Well Comics Are For Boys” debate.
3. Girls read comics. And they’re pissed
Rightly so.
Now, if my blog goes the way Karen’s did, the trolls are lining up for a landing like they’re storming the beachhead at Normandy. Not that these chaps would have stormed a beachhead, they would have cheered heartily at the works “our boys over there are doing”.
In Karen’s blog, I noticed a couple of things in the comments.
1. Apparently, misogyny doesn’t exist in comics or comics fandom. That’s why there was no hatred of women present in the responses to Karen’s post. No male expressed hostility towards a female. Well, I sure feel better about that.
2. Apparently my colleagues here at girl wonder are men hating feminazis (not entirely sure how that happened as a non hate thing, but hey, it’s the internet). Well colour me surprised, but it seems to me that I have a blog here, and I’m…a guy. Wow. I guess I must be one of those um…what’s the word for “not a total jerk to women”? Oh yeah, “pussy whipped faggot”. What, that’s three words. Oh well, close enough.
3. On the subject of my sexuality, since, well, hey now, I’m a guy who’s siding with feminists and girls and stuff…I think we know where the first lines of attack will come. So let’s deal with the “Blogger is clearly disagreeing with my world view, so blogger must be gay or ghey or gh3y” scenario.
3.a. Yes, I’m gay. That’s why I have an issue with the fact that Stephanie Brown, Robin IV was killed off and totally ignored. That’s why I find it outright weird that Tim Drake (RobinIII) is hell bent on reviving his dead male ‘best friend’, but has shown virtually no mention of his dead long term girlfriend. I’m gay because the heterosexual pairing of Tim and Steph means nothing to the storywriters, DC editors, but the mere thought of Tim giving Kon the kiss of life? Whoop! Someone at DC just got a stiffy, and there’s that weird smell coming from Frank Miller’s office again. Me? I don’t get it. Tim mourns Kon and forgets Stephanie existed. But hey, what would I know about Tim/Steph, I’m apparently gay.
3.b. Yes I’m gay. I’m gay because because if I want to see titties, I have google, and I use it to find pictures of naked women. If I want porn, I have a credit card and the internet. I don’t need or want Frank Miller to make Batman:PornStars so I can see semiclad women. Meanwhile, whilst Google is ace for finding porn, it’s pretty lame for finding well written comics about DC superheroes.
See, I want stories in superhero comics that are about superheroes, I don’t want soft corn sketched porn. Logically, because I don’t get aroused by the hand sketched and inked pictures of women in underwear, I must be gay. That’s possible, I guess. I mean, that whole preference for the real thing ahead of some guy’s handdrawn version of it, that might indicate something. What I think it indicates is that if given a choice of Frank Miller’s sex fantasy about fictional women or me getting laid by a real life woman - my girlfriend will never have to worry about me choosing my sketches of Vicki Vale ahead of her.
3.c. I disagree with you, so therefore I’m gay. I learnt that from playing Counterstrike online.
3.d. That whole part where I have a blog at Girl-Wonder.org, and I’m part of the team that’s trying to have the role Stephanie Brown played as RobinIV recognised in the mainstream continuity - well obviously I’m a manhating lesbian feminazi.
Apparently though, on that last point about being a manhating lesbian feminazi, there’s hope for me. See, according to some of the comments I’ve seen, apparently if I just had a good proper dicking, I’d be fine. Which confuses me a lot. I’m not sure I follow how this logic works - if I have sex with a man, I’d understand that there was no misogyny in comics or comics fandom.
If I agree with Karen, and I do, and the solution for Karen’s problems was mansex, are you suggesting that what helped you could help me?
Is that all that’s needed? Does having sex with men help me like misogynistic comics? Is that how it worked for you guys? Tell me, dear male readers, how did sex with men help you with your love of sexist comics? Come out, come out and tell us how you learned to love the pencil sketched titties through mansex. Inquiring minds want to know.