doesn’t this story just give you tons of hope? renew your faith in scrappy, working class heroines who are late-blooming writers? make you feel like “following your bliss” isn’t a batshit insane thing to do?
photo credit: chris pietsch for the NYT
wonder woman was such a saturday morning icon for me: was it the golden forearm bands or the red leather boots? or maybe it was her raven-haired tresses in a sea of blonde heroines that spoke to me. or lynda carter’s undeniably buxom and well-fed athleticism. (ana girls, please take note.)
i can’t believe that gail simone is the first woman in the history of the wonder woman comic to write for that character. it’s about time. gail, you ROCK.