The Paradox of Liking Women, Liking Superhero Comics
I wanted to tell the internet that I am still that shrill and strident fan the comments section has warned you about. I am that angry feminist who has read and agreed with all of those articles, all those skewerings of all those non-existent spines. I have been talking to a wall for years and am frustrated that it has not heard me. I am that woman who should go back to the kitchen, who should be making you a sandwich. I wanted to tell you that, internet, because when I get words buzzing inside of me sometimes I need to let them fly out.
This is a love song, I think.
I love superhero comics even though they tell me that I shouldn’t. I love them enough to spend money, enough to preorder. I don’t like to brag, man, but I have over four thousand posts on the CBR messageboards. I love them enough to have opinions and hold them deeply and Jedi mind-trick myself into believing that one day they will love me back.
