Looks like I'm in a blogging mood tonight, Must be all the nervous energy from the chocolate egg I ate earlier.
Barbie Supergirl? Barbie's are fucking horrible. My particular brand of feminism hates them, they're fucking bimbos. And you want to make the DC female superheroes into Barbies? You want to take away all their individuality, their distinctiveness and separate identities and pour them all into one hollow plastic identikit shell? Fuck. Off. My beef with Barbie is they are sold as the ideal woman, the prettiest, the most slender, the tallest, the best shape you can be. And there's only ever one shape. From the website - From urban teen to fantasy queen she's every girl! Not mine she fucking aint.
From Valerie D'Orazio's blog, I bring you Pink Supergirl.
I am not making any comments on the validity of pink as a colour. It has as much place in our world as red, blue, green, brown, black and yellow.
My beef is not so much that Supergirl has never worn a pink outfit. I'm all for adapting costumes to make them your own. I couldn't give a shit how popular they are with kids. My problem is that it seems whenever companies are trying to sell something to women and girls they make it pink. Car Insurance. Mobile phones. Air travel.
It seems that pink is what being a women boils down to. It's lazy, it's condescending and it assumes we all like pink. And are shallow enough to buy something just cause it's pink. And I'm not the only one who thinks so.
On a brighter, less sweary note, lets see more man tackle in our comics:
Thanks Messrs Ross! Keep producing these and if I ever meet you I'll buy you a drink!