Imagine youāre raised in this utopian, women only warrior society (this part isnāt fucked up) and youāre taught all about how outside of your society which is magically shielded by super-science/magic
there lies āmanās world.ā
Manās world is just horrible and fucked and violent place you hear stories about and the people who inhabit it and you reach a point growing up where you probably think āokay mom, itās probably not that bad. Shit I bet men donāt even really exist youāre just fucking with me.ā
And then a fucking man shows up on your island. Heās not at all like the ones that youāve heard about. Heās not some violent monster who wants to ruin everything he touches. Heās a good dude. You decide you want to go see manās world, you fight for the right to become your peoples champion and ambassador. Itās your job to share with manās world the wonders of Amazonian society.
You get to manās world and itās fucking astounding. There are crazy tall buildings and cars and ice cream and all these different cultures and music and itās just fucking mind blowing.
And there are lots of men. Theyāre walking down the street side by side with women. They arenāt murdering them, they arenāt reducing things to cinders. Obviously all the stories your mother told you were horse shit.
But then you start to pull back the curtain. You hear and see men disrespect women on the street. You go to the mall and wonder why all the mannequins are the same size if all the women clearly arenāt. You see all these magazines telling women whatās wrong with them, what they have to do to please men. Thatās when you start wondering whatās up with this world.
You find out women are paid less then men, that no woman has ever been the leader of the United States, you see crime statistics, and you find out that this Steve Trevor, who you really thought was a good person, is an agent of a government that has declared the assaults on female soldiers āoccupational hazards.ā
Then you realize itās not just the United States, itās all over āmanās world.ā
It hits you that this place is even worse than all the stories you heard.
And the worst part about it is: the gods that youāve been raised to worship and fear, the gods that you know fucking exist, donāt want to do shit about it.
Imagine what that would do to you?
I wanna read about that Wonder Woman, the Year One Wonder Woman whoās like jesus in the temple flipping shit over. I wanna read about the Wonder Woman whoās so appalled by the conditions of manās world she marches into the UN and tells everyone off. The Wonder Woman who meets a crying girl on a street corner, finds out that her boyfriend just laid hands on her and then goes and cuts off his hands.
Writers too often fall back on all that mythology shit as if Medusa and hydras and gorgons are the worst monsters that Diana can fight.
The monsters Wonder Woman should be fighting are the ones her mother told her about as a kid
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