A Celebration of my Adolescent Self
Or, remember when I was sad, lonely, had nothing to do all day and almost lost my shit? My twenty-second birthday fast approaching (gulp), I looked through the archives of this blog and started realising that where I used to look to pictures of famous people and attempt to emulate them, I find myself wishing I could somehow emulate the (slightly) younger versions of myself. Obviously, not the best idea, and I am terribly likely to get utterly stuck if I carry on like it. So, instead, one last, narcissistic outburst of self love for when I was eighteen or thereabouts, and then onward I’ll move, to the now, to the lady who looks different and acts different but will probably still be worth of narcissistic self love one day.
Thames Valley, England © 1976
How have I only just found out about the Hawkeye Initiative? Obviously I wind up discussing comics with Luke some of the time, and in the past we’ve clashed on things like female vs. male character poses and costumes. I had one rule of thumb which always seemed to work: I’d say to Luke, put Batman in Wonder Woman’s standard outfit - low back, high leg, and all, and it becomes a joke, it doesn’t make so much sense, it’s just silly. Put Wonder Woman in Batman’s clothes, all over black, cape, mask - she still looks as domineering as Batman manages to, and it makes sense. To me, it’s not about insisting that every female character ‘cover up’, but that not every single female character’s outfit and/or pose is a silly, impractical, joke. And often, that’s the case, as is wonderfully pointed out by the Hawkeye Initiative: