I'm no Wonder Woman

I don't want to be Wonder Woman. I just want to look good in the costume. And I want a lasso of truth. I think I already possess super strength (see my profile picture if you don't believe me.)

Wonder Woman was probably one of the first superheroes I was interested in. My family watched Lynda Carter fight for truth, justice and the American way, all while keeping her hair and makeup perfect and looking really good in a leotard. I even had my own Wonder Woman action figure, which was probably the only female action figure back then. I probably should have held on to it. I'll bet it's worth a lot of money now.

Today I did some thinking about this iconic superhero. Something important occurred to me. Wonder Woman never had kids. Sure, she took care of her kid sister from time to time, but she never experienced the joys of pregnancy, birth and a two year old in the toy department. Her name, Diana, comes from the Roman goddess of the hunt who, along with Athena, proudly defended her virginity. Wonder Woman's Amazon powers are tied to her virginity. Which is silly when you think about it. Because some of the strongest women I know are moms. This might be part of the reason why I ended up favoring the Marvel heroes. I distinctly remember reading an issue of the Fantastic Four where the Invisible Woman fought supervillains while she was pregnant. That's a woman I can identify with. If only she wasn't an "invisible" woman.

Marina reminded me of the best mom hero I've seen, Mrs. Incredible. Super flexibility. That's an important requirement for a mom. There are a lot of demands for her time and attention, so she needs to be flexible to manage it all. And elasticity helps as she's pulled in all directions by her family's needs. I could definitely see myself as Mrs. Incredible.

But today, I will simply dress as Wonder Woman, because I have the t-shirt. That reminds me of another neat talent Wonder Woman had. She simply spins to change into costume. That would be useful.