Last week I stumbled upon a fabulous documentary, Wonder Woman: The Untold Story of American Superheroines. As a child of the seventies, I grew up on Lynda Carter and the Superfriends. I wore Wonder Woman underoos and flew around my house doing battle against evil stuffed animals threatening to destroy the world. I listened to Blondie and Pat Benatar and knew I’d grow up strong and invincible. I wasn’t alone. Every girl in the documentary felt the same thanks to Wonder Woman and all the superheroines that followed in her footsteps. But the documentary made me stop and think a moment. Who would my daughter’s superheroine be?
Sadly, Wonder Woman has been almost forgotten. A footnote in comic history. One I hope we can bring back and convince studio execs she’s worth it. But if not, who will replace her for the next generation? These are the kinds of questions I was asking myself after viewing the documentary. Never has this kind of thing been more important than now as I raise my daughter.
Since I am a serious geek, I doubt my daughter will go uneducated in the ways of Amazonian power. At two, she’s already attended our local comic convention three times and as I’m a serious Joss Whedon fangirl, she’ll be exposed to plenty of well-written female characters. There will be no dearth of strong women around here. But I still worry.
However on our way to school this morning, I made a realization. G is already on her way to becoming a kick ass woman. How did I discover this? Music, of course. She is getting into music these days and is very demanding when it comes to what she wants to hear. (Demanding = screaming and crying). So what does she request? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Florence + the Machine, and Thao & The Get Down Stay Down.
No timid women there. My daughter’s going to be just fine.