Marvel Comics makes history with a gay X-Men marriage.
Marvel Comics’ Astonishing X-Men is set to experience a new sound effect on top of its booms, whams, and sknits: the bong of wedding bells. Specifically, it’s the wedding bells of Marvel’s first gay marriage between longtime X-Man Northstar and his civilian boyfriend, Kyle. After pairing up the couple in 2009, Marvel is officially tying their knot in June’s Astonishing X-Men #51.
I love lady archers. Artemis is my favourite character in Young Justice. I’m pissed that there can’t be an Atemis in the YJ universe and Speedy/Mia in the DCU-verse.
I’m pissed that there are multiple Earth-whatever Supermen and Batmen and there can only be one Huntress.
I am still pissed that Cass and Steph are gone and there’s absolutely no word from DC that I can trust about them bringing them back. I don’t understand how DC cannot see the sales potential in a Black Bat & Spoiler ongoing.
I am pissed that I can’t even read Catwoman as it is actually terrible.
I am still pissed that Oracle is gone. Oracle was the best at what she did. There was no one better than her. And for a female superhero that’s pretty amazing because anytime you try to claim a female superhero the best at something (ie. Black Widow as the greatest assassin of all time), someone always brings up a male character who is better. But there was no one, not man or woman, who could do what Oracle did better than she did. And I’m pissed that she’s gone and the title that Barbara Gordon is currently in will never make up for it.
I’m pissed that there are fans out there who believe that Black Widow’s sole superpower is distraction via T&A and not that she kicked ass, helped save the world and tricked the God of Mischief himself. And that she did it without superpowers.
I am pissed that fans of The Walking Dead wrote to Robert Kirkman begging him to kill Lori. (And that I have to wait until October to see Michonne in live action!!!)
And dammit, I am pissed that Wonder Woman still doesn’t have a movie or anything even remotely close to it.
Avengers Assemble Day 1: Who will be the greatest members of the Avengers?
Before the superheroes hit the big screen May 4, the Post wants you to build your own team from more than four decades of Marvel-ous masked men (and women, and aliens). Each day this week, we’ll unveil a new roster of heroes according to their era, after which you can vote here for your favourite member.
Read all about each Avenger here, then vote for your favourite in the poll.
Post reads: “I need feminism because male privilege is far too prevalent in comic books.”
The issue of female creators in comics has always been one to create some discussion but I can’t remember a time when the topic seemed to permeate the comics blogs and news sites as it did this past summer. It was within this maelstrom that creator Renae De Liz came up with the idea of creating an anthology made up of female creators. That in itself was not new - there have been other all-female anthologies. Marvel, for example, recently issued the series, Girl Comics featuring women created content. But Womanthology was not the result of an organization or a commercial comic publisher, it was the result of a grass roots effort. That effort which went from a single Tweet by organizer De Liz to a touchstone around women in comics due to it blowing away its fundraising goal on Kickstarter and raising $86,000 more than its original goal.
I’ve had the review copy of Womanthology sitting on my computer for a while and I’ve been almost afraid to go through the whole thing to write a review. With the success on Kickstarter, with the continued debate on female creators, there seemed to be so much riding on it. What if it didn’t deliver?
Jackie Ormes (1911-1985) was the first nationally syndicated African-American female cartoonist. She started as an editor for a weekly African American newspaper called the Pittsburgh Courier, and in 1937 the paper began publishing her Torchy Brown comics. In 1942 she moved to Chicago and worked as a columnist for the popular newspaper the Chicago Defender, in which her one panel comic series Candy became published. In 1945 she resumed working at the Courier; this time she would publish her Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger comic, which would run for 11 years. In 1947, Growing tired of offensive stereotypical dolls, she would turn her character Patty-Jo into the first upscale African American doll. In 1950 Ormes would revive her Torchy Brown comics; these were featured in color print and included fashion dolls. All of Ormes’s characters defied the popular stereotype of black women at the time by featuring intelligent, stylish, and independent black women.
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It is what it says on the tin. Plus villains. Do check them out.
And the end of our trilogy.
Man, dudes who read comics sure are victimized by progress.
And this was a really recent discovery, but this comic spawned like a 19-page thread on Wizards.com’s forums. Crazy.
The last line.
Trigger Warning: discussion of sexual assault.
Sexual violence is so ubiquitous in superhero comics that it is a part of the language. It’s a trope, a shortcut, a means to an end. It’s use is fetishistic: it’s about the hero; it’s about the trope itself. The dead girlfriend, the tragic sex worker, the battered wife—these are not characters, they’re props. Their abuse has a mystical value within the story. It signals that our hero is going to go dark, and then he’s going to prove his worth, by coming through the other side. And just trotting it out has some kind of value. It says, or tries to say, “this ain’t no funny book; this shit is real.”
Megan is awesome as usual