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I took Creative Nonfiction again this year and ended up writing about comics. My class and teacher really liked it, enough that I made it my project for final revision. So here's the final version for you all, if you're interested- my cynical and totes biased chronicle of being a fan of comics. A lot of you will probably remember this stuff happening- YOU WERE THERE!

It weird explaining my experience to people who aren't comic book fans- they're all like "did this really happen?" and "I can't believe someone would do this". OH BELIEVE IT.

It's many pages, so. Be warned.

The Misadventures of Comic Book Girl

            The last thing a perky young fan expects to hear in a room at a comic convention is the  writer the panel is centered on saying he has fantasized about shooting girls like her in the face. When it happened, my mouth went dry, like a loaded weapon had actually been leveled at my face. My lips felt blubbery and heavy and my insides turned to jelly. Nevertheless, I raised my shaking fingers and kept my eyes on the scraggly bearded face of this man who apparently hated me. I was going to let him know I was in the room, that I had heard what he thought of me. Being invisible seemed to be the default state for a female superhero comic book fan, but I wanted to be heard.

            When I was thirteen, I got into comics through a love for crime fighting cartoons. Before actually sitting through an episode of Teen Titans, I’d been convinced that most female superheroes were just token girls who were there to wear a skimpy skirt and look pretty while the macho men flexed their muscles. But actually watching the cartoons showed girls with different personalities, powers and roles struggling against the forces of evil. I’d always secretly fantasized about saving the day and punching evil in the face.  I was a powerless girl who could only sit and listen to her parents fight and who could only hiss and spit when people looked down on her. So the idea of becoming someone else-someone in bright colors that could combat the injustices of the world with a smart mouth and a pair of fists- naturally appealed to me. Before I knew it, I was at a local comic book store, wide eyed at the array of colorful titles offered. There were a lot of different groups, and a lot of the titles even headlined women. There was a rich and complicated continuity to get into, but I’d always been fond of extensive backstories and webs of complicated character relationships, so it was no problem for me.

            My favorite character quickly became Stephanie Brown. She was a determined girl from a lower-class family with a criminal father. Despite having very little training, she rebelled against her dad and fought crime with nothing but her athletic ability and tenacity. She had to deal with realistic problems unwanted pregnancy and a mother addicted to prescription medication, but she remained cheerful and snarky despite the dark world around her. She didn’t let anyone tell her what to do, even Batman, the Alpha male of the comic book universe. She eventually became Batman’s first female Robin- the Girl Wonder.

            There was just one problem. Her tenure as Robin lasted only three issues before she was fired and the comics gruesomely killed her off. She was tortured with a power drill by a male villain, then shot in the chest and kicked down a flight of stairs. Her death was blamed on her in-story- it was her fault she died because she simply wasn’t cut out for the job of being Batman’s sidekick. She did not get a memorial like other dead heroes. She was simply forgotten.

            This sort of thing was not an uncommon fate for female superheroes. A term had even been coined for it, Women in Refrigerators, named for the infamous moment where Green Lantern found his girlfriend’s corpse nicely cooled for him in his fridge courtesy of the sadistic villain of the week. Female superheroes were constantly being killed, raped or depowered to give the men around them some all-important angst. What drew me to superhero comics was the wide variety of women fighting crime in funny costumes, but within the story, the women were considered disposable. Race was an issue, too. Stephanie’s best friend was Cassandra Cain, a young Eurasian woman who acted as Batgirl. She happened to be the only member of Batman’s supporting cast who wasn’t chalk white. Not long after Stephanie died, Cassandra turned inexplicably evil and her switch in moral code coincided with a convenient drop in fighting abilitiwa so she could lose to her righteous male opponent as well as a full Dragon-Lady makeover complete with ruby lips, bloodred nails and cackling galore.

            Despite the problems within the comics themselves, I found the comic book nerd community to be quite accepting at first. As many women seemed to come into my local comic ship as men, and there was a small but thriving feminist comic book fan community online. Forums like GirlWonder.org headed letter campaigns to comics companies demanding better treatment for characters like Stephanie and Cassandra, and sites like When Fangirls Attack did a weekly roundup that linked all the post made by female comics bloggers. I started up my own blog and made several friends, including an expert on Wonder Woman and a fanartist who did excellent comic strips parodying DC Comics. I assumed that everyone in the community was like this, and the comics simply hadn’t caught up with their audience yet.

  Wandering outside the specifically feminist communities and into general comic book forums was my first clue that there was in fact a clear divide between “me” and “them”.  I tried dipping my toes in one general comics forum, and was surprised to find when I stated what I took to be fact- that female heroes were put in skimpy costumes and sexualized poses and that was likely one of the reasons a lot of women weren’t attracted to comics-the members immediately started a heated argument with me. There was nothing wrong with women being sexy! Men were objectified in comics too, have you SEEN those muscles? “You gals” couldn’t complain as long as the men still looked fit, I was told. I put together a handy list of links and pointed my opponent to the great number of resources outlining the issues with women in comics, but he told me all that proved was “there was a lot of angry young women out there who feel left out”. This baffled me. Why would he want to admit that comics are shutting out a potential audience, especially considering how much  the industry was struggling?

It wasn’t until I got a job at my comic shop that I got into real life debates. My little comic shop was three minutes away from the house- it was small and struggling, but the guy who ran it, Darrin was incredibly friendly and also had a wife and baby daughter that hung around a lot. He would laugh with and tease them, and he had that sort of jovial manner with everyone. I was among one of his first customers, and when I was seventeen I asked for a job and he gave me one. I sometimes feared I was more of a burden than a help, but I loved the job. I was a background fixture in the comic shop, stacking up white boxes, sealing the colored pamphlets in airtight plastic and reinforcing them with cardboard backing like they were precious museum pieces, occasionally clumsily ringing up a customer. It allowed me to hear a lot of nerd debates, typically of the “who-would-win-in-a-fight” variety, the kind I considered myself far too discerning to be interested in. But I broke this golden rule when one day as two customers engaged in an intense debate about comic book theology as I bagged and boarded behind them

            “So, if the superheroes in the DC Universe were gods…obviously, Batman would have to be part of the pantheon. And Superman. And the Flash. And Green Lantern…and…”

            Now that all the big name dudes had been covered, of course they were stumped, I thought to myself wryly. I wasn’t particularly interested in this train of thought, but then I decided to supply, “Wonder Woman.”

            The men’s heads jerked around simultaneously, as if they had thought it was a voiceless apparition who had been sealing plastic bags beside them for the past ten minutes. They were both pale and brunette with nondescript features. They would have been interchangeable, except one was larger and wore a baseball cap.

            “No. Not Wonder Woman,” said the larger one.

            “But…why? Wonder Woman is an actual goddess. The Greek Gods created her. She has gifts of the gods. She became to Goddess of Truth that time she died”.

            “Yeah, but that’s it, she had to be MADE a Goddess when she died. In [insert random comic book issue number here] Zeus said Superman was a cosmological being. She’s not as powerful as Superman so she doesn’t get to be on the pantheon,” he said, as if that should be blindingly obvious to anyone in this shop.

            I could have pointed out the Batman was not as powerful as Superman OR Wonder Woman and yet got to be included, but I was too busy sputtering at the last statement, “But…she can hold her own in a fight against Superman. She can beat him. She has multiple times in the comics.”

            “No, she can’t.”

            “Yes, she can,” I reamed out my own list of issue numbers as examples.

            “Yeah, it’s crap. Superman has heat vision, so he should be more powerful because he has a long range weapon. He’s also stronger.”

            “I like Wonder Woman, though,” his friend protested. I was almost touched by this unexpected show of support.

            “You can like her all you want, but you can’t deny she’s not as strong,” my opponent lectured him. His friend shrugged noncommittally at this and looked back at me, choosing neutrality over opposing a bro.

            “Strength isn’t everything.” I shot out. “She has warrior training and faster reflexes than him because of it. I heard that was confirmed in the most recent Justice League. As for long range weapons, she has a endless and unbreakable lasso and her tiara-”

            “Yeah, she has TOYS.”

            “Weapons that she can use effectively…and it’s her own power that’s connected to the lasso, which again, is an instrument of the gods-”

I could feel my face heating up and the burning feeling in my chest seemed entirely too intense for an argument about which fictional character could fight better. It was him and his smug expression, his curled lip and dismissive eyes, and his absolute refusal to accept that a woman could ever be included in his little collection of idols. Any woman would have force their way into this boy’s club, the same way this stupid chick had forced her way in HIS comic shop and HIS conversation. I suddenly wished I had my own lasso of truth so I could make him admit it. It would be so much easier for everyone.

            “C’mon, Caitlin, you have to get to work bagging these over here,” my boss Darrin called. I jerked my head towards him as the man I was arguing with guffawed. “You better stop giving her orders, Darrin, or she’ll tie you up and take over the shop like a strong woman should!”

            I clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles cracked under my thumbs. I kept my arms stiff and looked away, my hair covering my face. One minute, I had felt like I was part of the architecture of this store, just another geek in geek heaven, but now I had been singled out- labeled by this guy as some raging manhater who didn’t belong here. I walked away as he hollered at the back of my head “Hey, just kidding! You’re way too intense about this!”

            My first comic book convention only gave me more fuel for my “intensity”. Though there were several women at the con, I still caught the eyes of roving packs of boys. As I rode down the escalator to the packed room of colorful booths and spandex clad fans, I noticed the group of boys on the opposite stairwell openly staring at my chest. I convinced myself they must be looking at the Wonder Woman T-shirt. They couldn’t be staring at my breasts; those things never been ample enough to garner attention. But maybe they were, because I heard one of their  deep voices echo as they swarmed away “a lot more ladies at the con this year,” I let the escalator carry me down, not quite believing I had heard right.

            I continued to garner attention at the conventions every year, mostly for loudly making my opinions known at panels.  The Chief Editor at DC Comics asked us all of the attendants what the first comic we had ever read was during one event. He gave me a very weird look when I responded “Archie”. I blushed a little, but wondered what he expected from me. Little girls didn’t go into comic shops. It’s not like I could have found one of his titles at a local grocery store. He may have found me odd, but his assistant editor liked me enough that she wrote about my “smart and forthright opinions” in the weekly column I that ran in the back of comic books, referring to me by name and pegging me as the future of industry. I remember squealing in the middle of the library when I found those words in the back of my Supergirl. I vowed to continue to be “forthright”. I caused a stir when I dared to thank an artist for giving Supergirl shorts under her skirt in the middle of a panel. This prompted a lot of internet journalism about the simple article of fictional clothing, and also motivated a bulky guy at a booth of convention merchandise to thrust a meaty arm in my face, displaying a tattoo of Supergirl.

“She doesn’t wear shorts,” he said, trembling with defiance.

            “That’s….that’s nice…” I decided not to purchase anything from this booth.

            I grew into adulthood and comics didn’t seem to be changing at all. All the female driven titles I followed seemed to get canceled one after another. Even my beloved boss teased me for “always focusing on woman power”. The assistant editor who had praised me eventually left the company. I could still cause a stir at conventions simply by being myself, but in the end, people didn’t really listen to me.  I pointed out at a panel that a lot of characters of color were being killed off in order for white heroes to take over, only to get the response from the editor “Comics are plenty diverse- we have all the colors, even purple and green characters!” He also thanked me for being more “polite” than the other girl at the panel, who had made her dissatisfaction with the company very clear. It didn’t feel like a compliment.

            The worst panel I ever experienced was one centered around Bill Willingham, the man who had written Stephanie Brown’s gruesome death at the behest of the editors. The letter campaign to get Stephanie some respect had actually had an impact, and Stephanie’s death had recently been reversed. Her death had been faked! Batman knew about it since Batman knows everything, hence the lack of memorials! Welcome back to Gotham, Stephanie, hope you aren’t too cold from your stay in the fridge! The whole thing had given me hope that fans like me really could get the industry to listen to us and change.

I felt the familiar sensation of a slight punch in the gut when a guy in the audience complained to Willingham about Stephanie being bought back. But that gutpunch quickly turned to the feeling of being hit by a truck when the writer responded “You know, all those girls constantly riding us about her death…I won’t lie, I just wanted to shoot some of them in the face.”

. I had written letters to “riding them” about the death. So it felt like it was me he’d fantasized about doing violence to me, simply because I spoke out.  Granted, he probably hadn’t expected one of “those girls” to hear him say this. I was one of the only three girls in the room, wedged way in the back. Nevertheless, I felt like a burning spotlight was on me. I had to say something. I couldn’t let this go unchallenged.

I raised a hesitant hand and croaked a little to call attention to myself. “I-I that’s a…why would you say that…you shouldn’t be angry at people for being passionate about characters…

            “Oh no, we love your passion,” he flashed me a large white grin as he looked right through me. “It’s great to get fans angry. It means they’re talking about the comics. They get angry, you know, but they keep buying anyway.” He laughed. I couldn’t bring myself to speak anymore.

            I reported what he had said later over my blog. Willingham caught wind of it, and his response was to deny he had ever said such a thing over Twitter, despite the roomful of witnesses who had heard him. I suppose he must have felt secure that no one would care to back me up. He was a comic book bigshot and I was just some girl. He could get away with the lie. The readers of my blog believed me and one of them even tried to write about it, but in the face of overwhelming opposition, all we could do was write it off as just another awful day of being a feminist comic book fan.

            I suppose what kept me going after that was that as repugnant as Bill Willingham was, there were professionals in the industry I trusted. Gail Simone, the woman who had coined the “Woman in Refrigerators” term was pretty much DC’s only female writer, but she was an open feminist who wrote women consistently well and actually talked to her fans online. She was only one woman, but I considered her “one of us” and held out hope she could change the industry from within.

            But even Gail seemed to be toeing the company line after a while. She defended the blow up doll art on one of her books by saying the artist’s style was “sleek and sexy”. She started claiming the trend she had named was mostly dying out now, though I saw absolutely no evidence of this. When people criticized something she wrote, she was always quick to remind us she was one of the most progressive in the industry. “Yeah, but in the comics industry, that’s not saying much,” a fan replied. I still liked her, though I was more wary than I had been before.

            But my trust in her was shattered completely when a “reboot” of DC comics meant that Barbara Gordon, the only disabled hero in comics, was going to be “fixed” so she could return to her “iconic” status of Batgirl. This meant that character was going from the independent team leader Oracle to a distaff counterpart of Batman, leaving the other women who had taken the Batgirl role on out of a job. Gail defended this erasure of a disabled character. She was even going to write the new Batgirl title. I felt as if the last thread connecting me to comics had been snapped. Why was I still doing this? I was giving them my money when they gave me nothing back but scorn. It was all under the pretense of “not giving up” because I deserved to enjoy these characters; that I deserved to believe the industry could change. I liked to feel like I was “fighting them”. But Gail Simone had “fought” them too, only to become one of them in the end. Would that happen to me if I kept buying? These people didn’t deserve me as a customer.

            So I broke away. I still loved the art form, so I drifted more towards manga. There was still a lot of sexism, especially considering how conservative Japanese culture in general can be, but the wider range of titles allowed me to avoid the worst of it and find some pretty feminist stuff, and I didn’t feel as suffocated by an insular, inbred industry. It was nice to read titles like Sailor Moon where the women were superheroes in no danger of being fridged for male angst, because the story was really all about them and nobody else. There were also a lot more female artists to discover- I didn’t have to pin my hopes on one “Gail Simone”.
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            I still go to the comic book store and keep in touch with the community. I’ll never give up my Wonder Woman shirt. I love the characters and I love the potential of comics. I have my own idea for a superhero epic and if I can find a talented artist or improve my own skills, maybe I can publish it myself someday. I may have let the boys have their clubhouse, but it’s falling apart on them. I can work on building my own, and when it’s done, I’ll invite everyone in.
 

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gruskek
Dec. 21st, 2011 05:12 am (UTC)
Thanks for sharing your experiences. That was really well-written and insightful.

I'm very new to the superhero comics fandom (I've been reading manga for the past ten years and only recently got into western stuff as well) and there are as many things that I love as that annoy me to no end, so I can see where you're coming from.
nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 05:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Yeah, you have to take the good with the bad with comics until the bad outweighs the good for you. Hopefully that doesn't happen, but it did for me.
jadeserenity
Dec. 21st, 2011 08:06 am (UTC)
Thank you for this.

Edited at 2011-12-21 08:07 am (UTC)
nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 05:23 pm (UTC)
No, thank you!
k9feline
Dec. 22nd, 2011 12:08 am (UTC)

An excellent summary of nearly every rotten experience you had for being a woman who likes comics.

That idiot in the comics store kills me. In terms of power, Batman is an athletic human being with fighting skills and THAT'S IT! THAT'S ALL HE'S GOT! He is the WEAKEST hero of anybody mentioned for his precious pantheon ESPECIALLY INCLUDING Wonder Woman. And his retort that Wondy has "TOYS"? The exact same thing can be said of Batman. In fact, isn't one of the most famous lines from the 1989 Batman movie, "Where does he get all those toys?"?

You know of my hatred of James Robinson. For years I'd thought his "spontaneous regard and grief" statement was the single worst comment I'd ever heard a comics professional say about any of his readers. But, yeah, Willingham's murder wish easily surpasses that by far. And the "girls" he wanted to "shoot in the face"? All they/you were "demanding" was that Steph have a memorial case in the Batcave. They weren't even asking to have her back. Just some acknowledgement that she'd existed and been a Robin, however briefly. It was the most reasonable of reasonable requests. And the reason they kept "riding" Willingham and others about it is because they weren't doing anything about it.

And his final rebuke reminds me of his earlier "being hated is almost as good" nonsense. Sometime when I have the time, I might like to write a lengthy rant refuting it.

I'm a straight WASP male, and I feel entirely alienated from DC Comics. Because right now, they don't just alienate women, POCs, and non-CISs. They also alienate people unfortunate enough to have begun getting into comics after the Silver Age ended but before the current crop of "genuises" started running DC. They really seem to think that the history of comics could be summed up as "There was the Silver Age that was totally awesome and perfect in every way. Then a bunch of crap happened until we showed up."

nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 05:21 pm (UTC)
True words! Thanks for reading as always.
parsimonia
Dec. 22nd, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)
Nice piece!

Superhero comics are so depressing lately. It seems silly in some ways, but I seriously miss Oracle as a character.

While, like you, I definitely went through the transition of thinking of Gail as a kind of hero, to being pretty disenchanted with things she was saying and doing, I don't blame her for Oracle, exactly.

I can understand agreeing to write Babsgirl if it seemed as though that were the only opinion: you get to write it or someone else will. (And given that they nearly turned her back in to Batgirl before they changed their minds and gave the role to Steph, I've no doubt that DC editorial was going to do it either way.) So for that, I don't blame her, even if I strongly object to most of what she said in defense of the decision. (And from what I've seen of the new Batgirl, it's far from being her best writing. I might be a little more forgiving if the stories looked amazing, but nope.)

Anyways, it's weird how so much can change/stay the same, huh? I like your line about growing up while comics don't.

Good stuff!
nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 04:57 pm (UTC)
Sorry it took me so long to get back to you on this! I agree that I put too much of the blame on Gail. It was really because with my first draft my teacher told me to write more about women involved in the industry and to give a more concrete reason why I left comics after putting up with them for all this time. There really wasn't entirely a concrete reason, though a lot of it was on Babsgirl, and I had to give more justification of why she was the straw that broke the camel's back than "I really really liked Oracle also ablism" (since that didn't seem to cut it with my teacher?). So I sort of combined that with being able to talk about Gail.

I do agree I put way too much blame on her though- I'm submitting this to the Lit Mag now so I made sure to add this bit-

"Gail might not have had a choice. It was entirely possible she secretly opposed the decision, but felt since they were going to do it whether she liked it or not, she might as well be the one to write it. But her support lent legitimacy since people saw her as an ally and seemed like a ploy by the company to quell the justified protest. It was clearer to me than ever that Gail was not allowed to be truly honest with her fans. Working for DC Comics changed people. You had to follow their line."
nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 04:58 pm (UTC)
oh and thanks!
vytresna
Dec. 26th, 2011 03:39 pm (UTC)
I think the real key with manga is that there are a lot more universes, and many of them aren't encouraged to keep the status quo and big names the way DC is. As DC started in the '40s, the big names were pretty much all white males, and so they've been killing off newcomers - including women, minorities, and (AFAIK) every Robin but Dick Grayson - rather than mess with their cash cows.

Oh, yeah, there's bigotry, too. Who but a bigot (or a Joe Quesada type, I guess) would prefer Batgirl to Oracle, seriously. But even Death Note, written by probably the most sexist mangaka short of ecchi, managed to get in strong female characters with lasting effects on the storyline, because Eastern comics shorter than, say, Naruto, don't need take-backsies like Yeerks need Kandrona rays.
nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 05:25 pm (UTC)
That's pretty much it. Ahahahaha Death Note. Can you believe that was my first manga? I loved Naomi Misora and then she was killed off after two chapters and I was like "....". At least she got that Light Novel where she was awesome. Luckily there's better stuff out there.
benicio127
Dec. 27th, 2011 05:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks for summing up all those thoughts on Gail -- you've basically taken how disenfranchised I feel about her right now and put it into words.
nevermore999
Jan. 19th, 2012 05:25 pm (UTC)
You're welcome! Thanks for reading!
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