The women of G3 stopped buying Wonder Woman months ago. But on occasion, I still read the issues in order to review them. Today, I read Wonder Woman #25 for that very reason (review forthcoming).
EDIT: Here’s that review.
The issue opens with Zola, Hera and Diana having coffee talk. In a flagrant “Fuck you!” to the Bechdel Test; first they compare notes about Hermes spying on them, then they expound upon how Apollo affected Hera and then Orion shows up to “save them” from Hermes’ watchful eye. The pixie-dream Strife punctuates the family gathering with an obvious attempt at subversion. Strife doing what Strife does, gives Diana a gift. It’s the helmet of the recently deceased Ares and we are presented with this gem of a panel …
That’s Diana calling Strife a bitch.
That’s me being as painfully obvious as the female characterization in this issue.
It wouldn’t be an issue of Wonder Woman if prime panel real estate (and actual storytelling) wasn’t given to characters other than our prosaic Princess. One of them being the First Born chained down, roasted-pig style, while Dio cuts him open and serves his spleen to Apollo in a lovely plate presentation. With cannibalism being a serious human taboo and all, this scene is plenty horrifying. Yet it falls squarely within the realm of characterizing these gods as being so far beyond mortality that they can chat casually over “dinner.” It’s decent writing … and far less disgusting than the above panel.
Diana’s outburst reduces her to some derivative of a pop-culture, 20-something, faux empowered “chick” that we have plenty of already. I would know. I watch TV with my 14 year old daughter. And really, it’s more of the same from Azzarello and company on DC’s flagship female led title, profound disappointment and palpable frustration.
As if reading Wondy turned Mean Girl wasn’t enough for one day, DC released the variant cover art for Superman/Wonder Woman #3.
There are no fucking words.
EDIT: I came up with some words for that image – absurd, unbelievable, insert Fabio where Supes is, absurd, ill-proportioned and ridiculous. Just to be clear, I am not offended by the amount of skin or the connotation of sex in space. It’s just so silly.
After reading Wonder Woman #25, I guess needed a good belly-laugh.