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 had collected about 10 or so comics during her youth. In those pages was my Wonder Woman. 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.
With the new and first Wonder Woman film coming out this weekend, I am excited. That’s my girl who is finally getting her place on the big screen. Will the world of men, and the DC movie franchise, mess this up like they did Batman and Superman? I really hope not.
Wonder Woman isn’t like the other members of the Big Three, Batman and Superman. They didn’t have their comic book series cut off in the 1980s. They don’t have a backstory steeped in ancient history, which makes her perfect for all kinds of historical adventures that women and men can imagine.
Batman and Superman weren’t also subjected to wearing skirts in battle or ill-fitting body armor that looks more like a swimsuit than something that could keep you safe.e armor.
But I digress. My Wonder Woman was the first human superhero I know. She wasn’t rich like Bruce Wayne. She was like me — a woman who bleeds, wore the fashion of the day and sometimes got hurt.
She also worked hard 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 my grandmother who sewed, baked and did everything she could to keep her family of six kids safe. Wonder Woman is my mother, the bread-winner of her house who did her best to keep us clothed and feed while caring for my father, who had numerous medical issues throughout his life.
My daughter is Wonder Woman in training. She reminds me to take my own advice and not listen to what other people think of me 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.
Wonder Women are all around us. They are the leader in our communities — the mothers, teachers, people behind fast-food counter, the girls who get off the school bus near our homes.
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 a girl or woman 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?