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Wonder Woman

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There’s no denying that Lynda Carter, as Wonder Woman or otherwise, is a total babe. What I have waffled on is whether the idea of Wonder Woman herself is sexy, or sexist. Until recently, I probably leaned towards “sexist”, if only for her get-up. She’s running around in granny panties and a bustier for crying out loud. However, I think my old age is turning me around. I mean, good for her, right? She looks awesome. She is powerful. She is kicking ass. She should wear whatever the hell she wants to wear, even if it makes some people uncomfortable.

My own discomfort likely stems from the idea of wearing such a costume myself. A person cannot hide any belly fat or thunder thighs in that outfit. What I find myself asking at this point in my life is, why bother hiding anything? I get so tired of hearing people, especially men, say shit like she should cover that up, she shouldn’t wear that, nobody wants to see that, and on and on and on. Maybe for one day, everyone in the world should be forced to wear a leotard. Maybe we would all get over ourselves and be a bit nicer, a bit more accepting, and drop all of this “she should…” bullshit.

If you’ve got a tiara, bust it out. If you’re inclined to wear a cape, go for it. And yes, even granny panties and bustiers are fair game when we are all just people, with flaws and bulges and ugliness waiting to be revealed. As noted in the stellar theme song, all the world is waiting for you and the power you possess.

The Greatest American Hero

Greatest American Hero

The Greatest American Hero was only on for three seasons, thankfully, because it was truly an awful show, even by 80s standards. The main character, Ralph, is a teacher who is made into a superhero by aliens. That’s an acceptable premise, but Ralph loses his instruction manual for being a superhero (what?), and he is a bumbling idiot throughout.

Why did I watch it?  I watched it because of the stellar theme song (Believe it or not, I’m walking on air), and as a youngster, I relished in seeing a grown man with a blond afro on my television screen. You see… I had a blond afro. In fact, at that time, I was just really growing into my afro, and it gave me hope that I could be somebody. Please see the slideshow below for visual reference.

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Isn’t that hilarious? By 5th grade you can see that I was already incredibly angry about my blond afro. That’s not even a perm, people! It is shocking how many times I should have died from embarrassment in my life. But don’t laugh too hard. I’m pretty sure that somewhere out there, someone is mortified by something you have said or done. It’s up to you whether you waste time giving a fuck. Excuse me while I fly away on a wing and a prayer.