Why I Won't Be Reading Catwoman Anytime Soon
Yes, I'm weighing in on the great boob war currently raging. And it is quite possible that I will get a lot of outraged responses from horny twenty-something boys who greatly enjoy looking at Catwoman's breasts. But really people...We are in the middle of a huge company-wide relaunch. Beloved characters have been wiped from existance, continuity is out the door, relationships are suddenly awry, and DC is searching desperately for new readers.
And this is what they serve up?
No, I'm not going to show you the pictures. There are plenty of other places you can see them. And I LIKE Selina. I think that Catwoman is an old, valuable and interesting character. She helps to humanize Batman, it's nice to have that sexual tension between their two characters. I understand that she is a sexy cat burglar who slinks around in a skintight black leather suit, while carrying a whip. Believe me...I get it.
But she is also an interesting character in her own right, and she's been around for a VERY long time, and I think that she deserves better. As you may all have figured out from my previous rantings, I am NOT pleased with Judd Winick of late. He just cannot write women for some reason. Selina is reduced to being an object of mere titillation for the viewer. The MALE viewer. The artist doesn't even show her face for quite a while. The coloring is mostly black and white, with her wearing that BRIGHT red bra, so that it even more, is the First Thing That You See. Breasts. Breasts all over the place.
I don't mind breasts. I happen to have a rather spectacular pair myself. But seriously boys. Would you be quite as thrilled if you opened an issue of Green Lantern and ALL that you saw, was Hal's dick thrusting into your face, page after page after page? Heck, most of the guys who are busy drooling over Selina's cleavage are the same ones that go into a tizzy over a hint of a bulge in a male costume.
I don't mind Selina and Bruce being together. I don't mind them "doing it". I don't particularly want to see it shown rather graphically however. I admit it, I'm a romantic. I have a crystal chandelier and a fireplace in my bedroom for heaven's sake. I've rather enjoyed the teasing, the sidelong glances, the will-they-or-won't-they byplay over the years. But this scene of them grunting and rolling around on a rooftop, when they don't even KNOW their identities is not in the least romantic. It is simply lust, and the probably exchange of body fluids.
Maybe when Winick decides to go off and savage some other book, and they get a REAL writer back, I'll decide to read Catwoman again. But for now, count me out.