Wonder Women — redux

Blogger’s note: I was asked to revise my Wonder Women column after I saw the film. I cleaned the text up and added a bit. Steve Trevor is just as much of a hero as Diana. So, really everyone can be a superhero. The movie is a great film. I really encourage people to see it. I am working on a few posts and hope to have them up soon. — Mountain Mama


As a child, my Wonder Woman didn’t wear a swimsuit. She didn’t have an invisible jet, Lasso of Truth or bracelets that deflected bullets.

My mom collected about 10 or so comics during her youth. Wonder Woman lived on those pages. She had lost her powers and wore Mod, a clothing style popular in the 1960s. She was taught martial arts by some guru who made her chop into a container of dry rice so her hands would harden.

When I heard the first Wonder Woman film was coming out, I was excited. That’s my girl who is finally getting her place on the big screen. Would the world of men, and the DC movie franchise, mess this up like they did Batman and Superman? I really hoped not.

After seeing the film, I was not disappointed. While it took some liberties with the Greek mythology and Steve Trevor’s role in Wonder Woman’s universe, I was happy. I think I was even more happy when my daughter said she wanted to see more movies like it that had strong women as the main characters. The movie Hidden Figures, the Once Upon a Time TV series, and the Lara Croft video game immediately come to mind.

Wonder Woman isn’t like the other members of DC Comics Big Three, which includes Batman and Superman. They didn’t have their comic book series cut off in the 1980s due to revenue issues. They don’t have a backstory rooted in ancient history, which makes her perfect for all kinds of adventures that are only limited by our imagination.

Batman and Superman also weren’t subjected to wearing skirts into battle or ill-fitting body armor that looks more like a swimsuit than something that could keep you safe. And what’s with her hair being down all the time. I tried running with my hair down  last week during a four-mile run through town and around a track. I can state that it’s nearly impossible to have your hair down and exercise. If the wind hits you the wrong way, you’ll eat your hair — which is so unsuperhero-like.

But I digress. The 1960s Wonder Woman is the first human superhero I know. She isn’t rich like Bruce Wayne. She is like me — a woman who wore the fashion of the day, worked hard and sometimes got hurt.

She put in some long days to perfect her skills. She tightened her ponytail after getting knocked down. And of course, you know when a woman tightens her ponytail, you are in for a smackdown.

My Wonder Woman showed me that heroes don’t wear capes or have special armor handed down from the gods.

Superheroes are people like my grandmother who sewed, baked and did everything she could to keep her family of six kids feed and clothed. Wonder Woman is my mother, the bread-winner of our home  who took care of three kids and my father, who had numerous medical issues throughout his life. They are the librarians who help people navigate their way through online applications, so they can apply for aid, get medical information, etc. They are the people who put in eight-hour shifts and then come home to work some more so that their family members can have food in their bellies and a roof over her head.

My daughter is Wonder Woman in training. She reminds me to take my own advice and not listen to what other people after I’ve had a tough day. She loves her life, for the most part, and relishes learning in a way that makes me want to learn alongside her.

Superheroes are all around us. They are the leaders in our communities — the parents, teachers, people behind fast-food counter, the kids who drive their family members crazy during the summer. Each has a unique talent — a superpower if you will — that the world needs. Without that gift, the world is a little less safe, a little less special. When someone shares their gift with the world … watch out. That’s when the real magic happens. Things become better, lives are saved and evil goes back into the shadows.

What is your superpower? If you know what it is, how do you use it? If you don’t think you have a superpower, think about what you’re good at. How can you make your talent a force that can change those around you for the better?

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