Wonder Woman’s honorary role in a campaign for gender equality will end on Friday (“Wonder Woman’s Term As U.N. Ambassador Abruptly Ends”). Or as the headline of the piece in the UK’s The Guardian put it, “One Less Woman In Politics.” There was a belief that the character was sending “the wrong messages,” or in the words of the online petition that was signed by 45,000 people, ”Although the original creators may have intended Wonder Woman to represent a strong and independent ‘warrior’ woman with a feminist message, the reality is that the character’s current iteration is that of a large breasted, white woman of impossible proportions, scantily clad in a shimmery, thigh-baring body suit.”
She only held the job for two months, but the UN’s chief of NGO relations and advocacy Jeffrey Brez said: “From the UN’s side, there was no plan for it to be much longer than this.” Such things are not unprecedented, for example, The Angry Birds, who inexplicably became UN climate change envoys in March, only held the job for one day. Which can’t look good on their resumes.
While disappointing, the news was hardly unexpected. At the October 21 United Nations event celebrating the character, 50 U.N. staffers in the audience silently protested by turning their backs on a panel that included Wonder Woman actors Lynda Carter and Gal Gadot. Besides looking for someone less sexualized Those Opposed were apparently looking for a candidate that was more non-fictional, a “real-life Wonder Woman” if you will.
While I can definitely see their point, ultimately, it's kind of a pyrrhic victory. While Wonder Woman as Honorary Ambassador for the Empowerment of Women and Girls might have been problematic, removing her doesn't fill the post with someone they would deem more suitable. Or, as Lou Grant once put it on The Mary Tyler Moore Show, "Don't fire the old sportscaster until you hire a new one."
Giant-Sized Man-Thing #4 is probably best remembered for being the comic that featured the first solo Howard The Duck story, but for me, the truly unforgettable one was “The Kid’s Night Story,” where Man-Thing became an instrument of revenge for a tormented dead teenager. Being a tortured fat kid myself, Gerber’s story make me feel understood, recognized and, though we didn’t have this term at the time, represented.R.L. Stine to Write Man-Thing Series for Marvel”. In it there were a few definite points of interest. First, I had no idea Stine was 74 years old. Second, when he was a kid he had been a big fan of Tales of the Crypt-type horror comics and wanted to be a comic book artist. Third there was this paragraph: “In the first story, Man-Thing heads to Burbank, Calif., wondering why he is not starring in a major motion picture (Comic book purists may balk at one revision to the character: Man-Thing will no longer be mute. ‘He can talk and he’s very sarcastic,’ Mr. Stine noted.)”
I really try hard not to be a comic book purist, Mr. Stine, but a Man-Thing that talks really isn’t Man-Thing. I think you may be thinking of your famous creation, Slappy the Dummy, from the Goosebumps books. And given your considerable experience, and love of old E.C. Comics, I was hoping for something a little more like a horror comic from your first writing work in comics.
Not much surprises me anymore, but I must confess I was more than a little surprised when the recent spate of DC/Hanna-Barbera comics did as well as they did. They were something that I was absolutely certain would only appeal to grandpas such as myself and maybe a few hipsters pulled in by the freak factor of seeing distorted depictions of classic characters. So I was surprised even further when I read that DC was doing a series of DC/Hanna-Barbera Annuals (see “Team-Ups That Boggle The Mind”).
*You may well laugh, but while The Archies were a perfect acceptable faux bubblegum pop group, thanks to L.A. session musicians working behind the scenes, The Banana Splits lightweight tunes could sometimes pack a sold R&B, funk groove. The legendary Barry White actually played on their hit, “Doin’ The Banana Split,” the song I want played at either my wedding or funeral; whichever comes first.
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