Criterion’s got a clutch of new giclée posters; I especially like the Amarcord one. Three are by comics luminaries: Bill Sienkiewicz, Darwyn Cooke, and Xaime:
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Too Sexist for My Shirt
Miriam’s post on Storm dressing hot and acting like a man generated some interesting comments. In particular, Nick said:
“in soap, and in soapy superhero comics – especially the shallowly written and safe ones, which is most of them – I don’t tend to see much real difference in the way one or another character is written, along gender, race or any other lines.
At most, you’ll see a distinction between character archetypes – the idealist, the cynic, the brawler etc – before you’ll see one along a gender line. Certainly, to follow Miriam’s example, there were points where Storm could have been male, or Cyclops female, and you’d never really know it. Solo books would tend toward male protagonists, but that seemed incidental to me – Peter Parker didn’t seem particularly masculine in his behaviour, and the women in his life seemed to pretty much run rings around him.”
It’s an interesting point, but I think it is based on a too rigid sense of how the male/female divide can work. It’s possible to be gendered male and be wimpy like Peter Parker, for example; in fact, Parker’s nerdishness is all about having women mob him despite/because of his nebbishness; it would all look very different if Parker were a woman. Similarly, the whole Jean Gray corruption story is intensely sexualized (through fetish clothing, but also thorugh power dynamics and through the idea that corruption equals sexualiztion) in a way which couldn’t have happened with a male character. Kitty Pryde’s naif pose is also very female; Storm’s particular kind of caring/non-violent persona is also very female. Wolverine would be a lot different if he were a woman (he’d be overtly sexualized, for one thing.) So would Cyclops, whose blankly boring uptightness is only made feasible by his maleness (maleness being the default setting for super-heroes.) To justify being a woman, he’d have to be more interesting.
It’s also worth pointing out that American culture finds women who act like men really appealing. The fact that Storm behaves like a guy in some ways (kicking ass, being one of the boys) while parading around almost in the altogether is part of the appeal. I mean, yes, there’s also a fetish associated with deferential women…but overall, pop culture in the U.S. is a lot more sexually into butch than femme.
The point here I guess is that gender presuppositions and stereotypes are a lot harder to get away from than just saying, “Hey, look, we’re all superheroes here!” Miriam writes that:
“I think the worst lesson I learned from growing up on Marvel comics is not that women are sex objects, but that women can dress in lingerie and not be sexualized by those around them. “
And it’s true to some extent; Storm isn’t a sexual object to the other X-Men, in that she’s not groped or talked down to. But she *is* a sexualized object for the male reader…and, I suspect, at least in some ways for the female reader as well. (There’s a similar dynamic in covers for women’s magazines, I think. Sexualized female bodies are used to attract both men and women.)
I guess the point here is that you don’t get away from gender, or sexism, just by letting women fight the bad-guys and lead the team and kick ass. And, indeed, I don’t know that getting away from sexism is even exactly the point. The problem with super-hero comics and gender isn’t that they’re sexist — I mean, most things are sexist. The problem is that they’re dumb; you get the same gender stereotypes repeated over and over without a whole lot of thought or insight. (Hey! Mary Marvel is corrupt and sexualized now, I hear!) Sexist is one thing; boring is another.
Leonard Nimoy Fact
Leonard Nimoy was an alcoholic. It started back when he played Spock and continued for two decades. Then, after he stopped drinking, he somehow wrote an entire autobiography without mentioning his 20 years of being a drunk. Then, five years after the autobiography, he decided to reveal his secret on a Star Trek promotional video, Mind Meld.
Media Log: Jews and Asians on tv, plus anti-Italian bigotry in Bennett Cerf
Noah and Miriam were talking about how Jews and Asian men have been desexed by US media. I can think of 2 US-Asian tv characters who are basically treated as girls: Alex Baldwin’s flunky in 30 Rock and Jeremy Piven’s flunky in Entourage. Right now I’m watching old dvds of Bonanza, the 60s western, and the Chinese character wears an apron and cooks. So three’s a trend, I guess.
Jewish men were desexed by being treated as nerds and pasty little neurosis victims, but they never got the final indignity of being girl-ized. Then Woody Allen came along and Jewish men could tell themselves that being Jewish was in itself attractive, at least in men.
I guess you could say that, because they started from so far outside the European tribe, Jews and Asians had to give up more dignity in return for assimilation.
Or possibly that Jewish/Asian men have assimilated into the US by means of high-skilled/high-income professions, and that newcomers who get high-paying jobs have to give up some manly dignity so that everyone else can feel better. So, by this theory, Italians could keep their virility because their incomes wouldn’t be remarkably high. And of course virility was turned into a marker of their lower status, a brute trait. I remember an ancient Bennett Cerf joke about Mike and Tony and how Mike was consoling Tony after the death of his young wife. “In-na year, you meeta nice girl. In-na year half, you engaged. Two years, you marry and –” Tony (indignant): “Two-a years! Two-a years! Whadda I do tonight?“
if the hood fits, utilize it
So I’m past overdue for an introductory post (and overdue for an actual-content post, but I’ll worry about that later). My name is Miriam Libicki (the beetle part is an old nickname that follows me around Blogger). I write and draw autobiographical comics based on my experiences as the worst secretary in the Israeli army, as well as other short nonfiction pieces that you may or may not call comics, if you’re some sort of a definition-hugger. Here is a link to my most popular, I think, definitely my most controversial piece, marking the first time I got called an anti-Semite on the internet.*
I come out of a hippie-feminist background, an Orthodox-Jewish background, and a wannabe-intellectual-art-school background all at once, so that might give you a bit of an idea of things I’ll posting about. I have never written for the Comics Journal. I’m a self-publisher who works the con circuit (I exhibited at at least a dozen comicons this year, and my schedule for next year is already filling up), so I may do some self-promotion, but I’ll try to keep it tasteful. I also may badmouth the comics of some people I’ll have to apologize to later at a show, and that could be entertaining for everyone.
What I read mostly these days are North American alternative/”literary” type comics. I have ingrained prejudices against manga, but I asked for Nanas vol. 1 and 2 for Winter Holiday**. We will see if I like them, or if I get quickly divested of my utilitarianhood. And finally, I will introduce myself, following Tom, by explaining how reading superhero comics as a child screwed me up for life.
I think the worst lesson I learned from growing up on Marvel comics is not that women are sex objects, but that women can dress in lingerie and not be sexualized by those around them. No one talks down to them, talks to their chests, tries to grope them, or makes winking insinuations (or if they did, in the eighties, it went over my head). Ororo could be a tough, smart team leader in a leather onesie with cut-outs.
This made me want to dress up everywhere in lingerie or bondage gear*** (cause it’s pretty!), and be treated the same as a man. I was cruelly acquainted with reality at age fourteen or so, but aesthetic preferences are a hard thing to shake.
Which leads inevitably to getting in fights with my mother over clothes every week during high school, despite being an introvert who never dated, to nobody believing I was religious when I lived in Israel, to being my own conflicted booth babe at comicons across the nation (see below for my favourite pictorial depiction of same).
* for the record, I did not write the little introductory blurb at the link, just the actual pages.
** I’m Jewish, my in-laws are Christmas-loving Buddhists. It’s a bit complicated, but working out ok so far.
*** yes, our favourite comics were Chris Claremont-penned X-men and New Mutants.
More Facts
- William Shatner played Alexander the Great in a pilot that co-starred Adam West and John Cassavetes.
- Yul Brinner would literally kick Shatner in the ass in between scenes when they were filming The Brothers Karamazov.
- A photo caption in Shatner’s autobiography misspells his daughter’s name.
Euroscraps
A couple things turned up while researching a couple quick articles on Finnish cartoonists, nice to be reminded of if nothing else:
Comicstills, rather than Rube Goldberg’s moon-running, offers images from a few dozen Euro alt-artists. It’s an illustration agency– that is, an chance to sample fine drawings by some top artists hard to find for 0 Euros. Stefano Ricci, Marko Turunen, Anke Feuchtenberger.
And Electrocomix, with a few dozen free PDF files by some fine cartoonists. Many of their offerings sample from anthologies like Canicola, featuring great new talents like Amanda Vähämäki and Michaelangelo Setola. From Glömp #9 there’s Olivier Schrauwen’s metal-barbarian rout “The Trap,” and three good stories by Hong Kong’s Chihoi. And Ulli Lust, so exuberant for the onset of spring, not safe for church, but please donate a Euro-fifty on your way out the döör.



