I just want to jump in here because I recently watched “Lasso of Truth”, a performance play about Marston, his wife, and the origins of Wonder Woman (as well as about his polyamorous relationship, but that’s for another time). The play was then followed by a discussion panel with a few Wonder Woman scholars and comic writers, and everything said above is absolutely correct.
The woman Marston based Wonder Woman on was his wife Elizabeth Holloway, and she was definitely NOT a submissive and was most assuredly a badass. Elizabeth had a B.A., M.A., and law degree in a time when it was difficult for women to even get a B.A. because some schools weren’t even accepting women (for example, she attended Boston University because Harvard only allowed men to attend). She paid for her own way through law school because her dad refused to. When she graduated she proudly called herself a career woman, which you bet was controversial in the 30s. She didn’t even have her first kid until she was in her mid-thirties, and even after that she still continued to work and support the family until her retirement. While Will Marston spent a lot of his time trying to write his comics and perfect the lie detector test (which he created), Elizabeth was quite literally the bread winner for the family — I’d say she wore the pants but she did this all in a lovely tailored skirt.
And just to add more history, Wonder Woman’s name literally started out as “Suprema”, and the way she was first introduced in comics was “at last, in a world torn apart by the hatreds and wars of men, appears a woman to whom the problems and fears of men are mere child’s play”. As it was written during wartime when women were encouraged to enter the work force, Wonder Woman was very much THE symbol of an independent, working woman. And fandomsandfeminisms pointed this out above, but just to reiterate, William Marston, in a letter to comics historian Coulton Waugh, wrote, “Frankly, Wonder Woman is a psychological propaganda for the new type of woman who should, I believe, rule the world.” He went on to say that submission to a “loving authority” was the key to overcoming men’s violent urges and the way to create a better and more peaceful future.
The only time when Wonder Woman’s independence hit a lull was in the 50s and 60s, mostly thanks to the movement to reestablish women’s proper place as being in the home. Wonder Woman became pretty domesticated, and only fought crime on the weekends. But in the 70s she hit her stride again thanks to Gloria Steinem. Steinem, a nationally recognized leader of the women’s liberation movement, spearheaded the movement that led to the domesticated Wonder Woman being scrapped, and to the original Wonder Woman having her day again. Steinem also literally ran this Ms. cover in 1972 proclaiming “Wonder Woman for President”. Looks pretty feminist to me!
So yeah there’s nothing “NOW” about Wonder Woman being a feminist icon. She always has been and she always should be. The recent attempts to rebrand her as anything but a feminist and a symbol for female leadership is doing a great disservice to her origins and to her creator, and you can bet that if they were alive, Elizabeth and Will Marston would have some choice words for the new DC writers.
And finally, just because it’s awesome, I leave you with this:
Bucky can’t remember the exact date he starts finding candy in his utility belt, only that one day on a stakeout he reaches for another bag of trail mix and finds that someone’s replaced them with gummi bears. The good ones, too, no colour found in nature and a bright, sharp taste like chemicals and everything good the future offers.
Not many people knows he has a sweet tooth. The AIM agent who surprises him when he’s snacking doesn’t live enough to spread the word.
Sharon’s tired: that seems to be her default state these days. She’s working twice as hard to keep up with the FBI as she was at SHIELD and there’s that extra stigma, the one of being ‘the lady from that kooky costume freakshow’. It’s not that she can’t take it. She’s just like a few seconds where she didn’t have to.
It’s nobody’s business if she wants to rest her face on her desk for a while. Sharon’s just taking a closer look at the case.
She raises her face from her desk and her paperwork to find a package of tea in front of her- Lady Grey, the delicate, citrussy stuff that Aunt Peggy used to make for her on holiday visits. Even the smell’s enough to make the day seem brighter.
It’s another evening in alone for Sam Wilson, and he really should be used to it by now. Intense questioning about the Potomac Incident didn’t exactly lead to a good social life, after all- best he can do is suck it up and catch up on Dog Cops on Netflix.
Not the best way for a newly-introduced superstar superhero to spend his time, but whatever.
He’s interrupted by a knock on the door and a breathless, red-faced Steve Rogers.
"Your distress beacon went off." He explains, panting. Sam quirks an eyebrow.
"I don’t have a distress beacon."
Sam just shrugs- his phone vibrates, and he pulls it out, Steve still scratching the back of his head, that confused old-man face he’s pulling somehow even more endearing than the last time Sam saw it.
I left beer in the fridge. Have fun, boys ;)
♕ I am Daenerys Stormborn. Your Masters may have told you lies about me, or they may have told you nothing. It does not matter. I have nothing to say to them. I speak only to you. First, I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor now stand behind me. Free. Next I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai now stand behind me. Free. Now I have come to Meereen.
I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you. Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve.
YOOOO SO LOOK DA FIRST TIME I EVER GOT ON DIS RIDE I WAS WITH A WHITE FAMILY AND U KNOW WHITE FOLKS CRAZY SO DEY DONT FEAR ROLLER COASTERS OR DEATH IN GENERAL. AFTER ABOUT 10 MINUTES OF TELLIN DEM DAT I DIDNT WANNA GET ON I FINALLY SAID YES CUZ I AINT NEVER BEEN NO BITCH AND I DIDNT PLAN ON STARTING THAT DAY. WHEN DA ENGINEER SAID “PLS LEAN BACK AND KEEP THE BACK OF UR HEAD PRESSED AGAINST YOUR SEAT” AND I SAW EVERYBODY STICK DA BACK OF THEIR HEADS TO THE CHAIR I KNEW DAT I MADE DA WORST DECISION OF MY LIFE CUZ I EVEN SAW SOME BLACK FOLKS LISTEN AND U KNOW DAT WHEN BLACK PEOPLE LISTEN A WHITE LADY’S ADVICE , ITS DA REAL DEAL. SO MY FIRST MISTAKE WAS REFUSING TO PRESS MY HEAD AGAINST THE SEAT… THE RIDE TAKES OFF AND MY DOME SLAMS AGAINST THE CHAIR WHILE MY NECK SNAPPED… UNCONSCIOUS INSTANTLY.. WHEN I AWOKE FROM MY 3 SECOND SLUMBER WE HAD REACHED DA VERY TOP OF THE RIDE WHERE THE RIDE MAKES A QUICK PAUSE… WHEN THE RIDE MADE THAT PAUSE I OPENED MY EYES CAUSE I THOUGHT THE RIDE WAS OVER AND WE ALL MADE IT SAFELY. BOY WAS I WRONG… I OPENED MY EYES AND DA ONLY THING I SAW WAS A 300 FOOT DROP STRAIGHT TO DA GROUND SO I SAID “GOD YOU CANT LET ME DIE LIKE DIS”. I THINK I SUFFERED A HEART CONTUSION CUZ MY HEART JUST COMPLETELY STOPPED BEATING… AND THAN THE RIDE TAKES OFF AGAIN… WE MAKE THE 300 FOOT DROP AND I SCREAM MY LUNGS OUT AS IM SCARED TO DEATH BECAUSE DA ONLY TIME A HUMAN SHOULD BE DAT HIGH IN DA AIR IS WHEN THEIR SPIRIT IS BEING SUCKED INTO HEAVEN BY DA GRACE OF GOD.. SO WE SAFELY MAKE IT TO DA END OF DA RIDE AND WHEN WE GET OFF I STUMBLE OUT OF THE SEAT CUZ MY LEGS WENT NUMB AND ALL THE AIR WAS SUCKED OUT OF MY BODY SO I COULDNT TALK EITHER.. DA FIRST THING THESE CRAZY MOTHERFUCKERS TELL ME IS “HEY MAN LETS DO THAT AGAIN THAT WAS WICKED”. I LOOKED AT DEM AND I REALIZED DAT DIS WHITE KID DAT I BEFRIENDED WAS ACTUALLY SATAN. I NO LONGER HAVE ANY WHITE FRIENDS.
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