Marvel has commissioned a Milo Manara variant for basically every female-led series over the past few years, and some team books where they can also do a cheesecakey shot of whoever the female lead is. They did this for Captain Marvel and a more woman-aimed book you couldn’t find.
Marvel has been hiring Greg Land for years and giving him steady work and cover jobs in addition to his interior work. Like, the Woman of Marvel anthology, which featured a bunch of women writer/artists, also featured a Greg Land cover!!
What I mean to say is mostly this is not just a problem with Spider-Woman it is an ongoing problem with comics in general that we can’t forget after this specific controversy goes away. These corporate owned properties are crafted by committee, and their different parts often work across intents and purposes. Which is what creates this fractured narrative where women are celebrated as complex and powerful and sometimes written that way and sometimes depicted that way but not always at the same time. And then sometimes they are used for pin-up shots and not much else. But they both exist at once and that is my enduring frustration. You can’t pretend it’s either/or.
Twice a year, Marvel would release a movie about a magical white man with blonde hair who saved the world… DC Comics, naturally, responded with a series of movies about magical men with brown hair, helmed by Zack Snyder, an auteur whose previous work had included historical epics about white men nobly banding together to fight disabled people and gay Muslims. J.J. Abrams re-booted both Star Trek — the 1960s version of Star Trek, which is to say, the version with only one woman in its core cast — and created a new Star Wars sequel, adding precisely one main female character to George Lucas’ universe in the process. This, of course, brought the number of female leads in the Star Wars universe all the way up to two; three, if you counted Luke’s dead mom. Which no-one did.
Perhaps the most damning indictment of the state of stupid action movies in 2014 came from the poster for The Expendables 3, which featured seemingly every actor who had ever been on the set of action movie, and some who hadn’t. The 16-person group included a 67-year-old politician, a Holocaust denier, a Dancing With the Stars contestant, one of the lesser vampires from Twilight, and, for some reason, Kelsey Grammer — and exactly one girl, Ronda Rousey, who was the first woman to appear on a poster in the history of the franchise. Stallone promised an all-female Expendables spin-off, but the fact remained: In 2014, a kick-ass action movie with multiple women in it was a slightly lower priority than an action movie starring Frasier Crane.
We all suffered from this state of affairs. We also wondered why it wasn’t changing: Stupid Explosion Cinema was a genre that, by design, did not require mind-boggling innovation or screenwriting genius. It succeeded largely on the strength of archetypal characters, highly traditional plot structure, likable actors, and expensive-looking explosions. (Also spaceships. Spaceships were always good.) Therefore, making a Stupid Explosion Movie with a bunch of women was mostly about picking some charismatic women and plugging them into the formula; coming up with a diverse and woman-friendly S.E.M., we protested, was so easy that even some idiot on Twitter could do it.
And now, finally, some idiot on Twitter has.
Had a disappointing kinda-crummy day. Was two hours late to the con I was supposed to meet my roommate and her friends at,also I lost one of my favorite earrings that I inherited from from grandmother, the one artist booth I wanted to see must not have come back this year, everyone else talked themselves out of trying the speed dating when I’d just talked myself into looking forward to it, and my roommate got really stressed because she’d been having an even worse week than I, so we left a little early.
I felt better when I got back tho, because I suddenly had this thought that when I was 16, I would totally have refused to park in a space with cars on both sides, on the grounds that I might hit them. And now I don’t even worry about it! So that was pretty self-inspiring. And then I found my missing earring in the car- turns out I’d never put it on- so that felt pretty good too.
Also the Selfie pilot wasn’t as disappointing as the trailer made it seem. John Cho should have been in more romantic comedies. He has that generic romcom dude feel. Like James Marsden. (I’m not wildly optimistic about the show actually being any good in the end though. I’m happy enough to just watch John Cho.)