for every demon, an angel
for every fault, an unshakable good
“Imposingly tall (he stands 6-feet-4 in bare feet) with Irish-Nordic features, twinkling blue eyes and an impish smile, McHale has a face that suggests a cross between a grown-up Peter Pan and a Ralph Lauren model.”
Cecil Gershwin Palmer, past and present.
I always have way too much fun with his 50’s clothes.
We all know the story. Virginal girl, pure and sweet, trapped in the body of a swan. She desires freedom but only true love can break the spell. Her wish is nearly granted in the form of a prince, but before he can declare his love her lustful twin, the black swan, tricks and seduces him. Devastated the white swan leaps of a cliff killing herself and, in death, finds freedom.
Woman 1: Christine, look— it’s the Black Widow!
Woman 2: It’s her all right— Madam Natasha! There’s a woman with her own mind— definitely the Gloria Steinem of the jumpsuit set.
And for the first time in many days— the Widow smiles.
I’ve posted this before, it’s still like, top ten moments in comics, for me. So much of the discussion about female superheroes, today, reduces them to things for men to look at. And here’s this moment, from a time when feminism was this new-fangled, radical notion, that flat out embraces Black Widow as someone for women to look up to. And she draws power from this, and contentment.
Sure, yeah, superhero comics can be the fantasies of adolescent white dudes. But they can be everyone else’s fantasy, too— dismiss that at your own peril.
From Daredevil #91, by Gerry Conway and Gene Colan.
Loki in fetal position
Young Avengers #13 | art by Jamie McKelvie | “Alternatively, you’re free to continue this crappy invasion…and have The Avengers kick your face clean off.”