Y’all. I finally got to see Wonder Woman. With my mother in town, Will and I got our first date in at least a couple of months. We made a beeline to the theater and caught it on what may very well have been its final day showing in our town. I loved it. The first thing out of my mouth was “I wish Stella were older so I could take her to see this.” The second thing I did was express total awe and admiration that Gal Gadot shot most of those scenes while like 5-6 months pregnant and she looked amazing while kicking ass. Then again, none of my maternity clothes ever had an accompanying CGI team or had blue-screen panels sewn in. Then again, that wouldn’t have helped me a bit. I barely managed to haul my swollen self to the office. She is a woman of wonder, that Gal.
But I was so thankful for a cool female character. Will and I watch a lot of the superhero genre, as it’s one of those realms we can agree on. We’ve done Daredevil, Arrow, the Flash. They all have one thing in common: their female characters are all either whiney tits, unstable, evil, or a combination of the three. It’s boring. It’s also pretty damn frustrating. In the series mentioned above, you’re waiting for them to hurry up and be killed off, thereby removing the distraction. With Wonder Woman, you had something believable, or at least as believable as a superhero can be. She emoted when necessary, but it was justified and didn’t require an orchestra with a bulging string section to do it. You never once wondered if her hormones were out of whack. Why is it so hard to write a decent female character? Why can’t they be funny? Smart? Tough?
Sorry. I am a nerd. I have grown to accept this.
I am also raising nerd children, and you know what? I’m totally cool with that. Felix, especially, is obsessed with learning all sorts of random sciencey stuff. Venus flytraps are huge right now. Last week it was tornadoes. He makes me find him YouTube clips and documentaries so he can learn more about his chosen topic of the day/week. One night not that long ago, we watched sea cucumbers puke their guts out for about an hour. That shit never gets old. Oh wait. It does.
I often wonder what it’s like to be part of a more typical household that watches football and stuff like that. But I don’t waste too much time on that. We have important science stuff to do.
Ignore me. Today is Stella’s first day of 2nd grade and I’m a nervous wreck. It doesn’t help that I couldn’t be there when she left this morning.