This is probably a good time to mention that if you take Ra’s al Ghul as seriously as he takes himself, Cat-Tales is not for you.
Also a good time to mention that nothing helps celebrate three-quarters of a century combating evil like the emo poetry of a human popsicle.
Happy Batman Day-Minus-One
As the march to Batman Day continues, so does the epic confusion about holding up signs on the Internet. You’re up, Harvey.
But, but… Oh why do I even bother.
There’s an excellent post tearing up Tumblr at the moment:
I don’t think writers realize that ‘strong female character’ means ‘well written female character’ and not ‘female character who punches stuff and shoots stuff. ~ace-enjolras
Initially I reblogged with a simple “Yes, Yes, Yes, for the love of God, Yes!” but it occurred to me that a significant number of the 32,000 (and counting) who are enthusiastically liking and reblogging this bit of wisdom are doing it merely to say “I don’t like River Song.”
And that’s fine, Tumblr isn’t meant to be the Algonquin Roundtable, but if we’re going to get on our high horse about one-note oversimplification about something as complicated and nuanced as a human being, then we shouldn’t resort to kneejerks and generalizations. And so, the unabridged version:
“I don’t think writers realize that ‘strong female character’ means ‘well written female character’ and not ‘female character who punches stuff and shoots stuff’”
Yes. Yes. YES, YES, YES, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YES! By Victoria’s Secret candyfloss shopping bags and La Perla embroidered tulle, by Eleanor of Aquitaine and C.J. Cregg, by Ambassador Delenn’s monologues in Babylon 5 and Kate Beckett’s in Castle, by Beatrice and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Rose Tyler and the Marquise de Merteuil. A “strong female character” means first and foremost a well-written human person with all the dimensions, senses, affections and passions that implies. She may have large breasts, she may wear high heels, she may love a man and opt for the Happily Ever After. She may sacrifice for a worthy cause–or a stupid one. She may win; she may lose. She may smoke pot. She may be smart or she may be dumb. She may be a bad role model. She may not subvert a single trope. She will most certainly surprise those who thought they had her figured out on page 5; she might even surprise herself. She might be a victim, she might be a virgin, she might be a screeching bitch. She might be a slut. Most of all, she will be an honest product of a writer – male or female – who understands their own life and their own feelings and their own soul, and has the unbelievable balls to put a piece of that out there before the world. She cannot exist without that.
Batman Day is almost here, and… Uh boy. Well, we at Cat-Tales had what we thought was a nifty idea getting our little stable of Rogues together to send a congratulatory message celebrating 75 years of the Bat they love to hate. So far, it’s not quite working out the way we planned. Their a self-absorbed lot and the concept of other people, even sending a message to other people, doesn’t always register.
First we have Bane, who somehow keyed into the idea of holding a sign being a shame sign and deciding to shame himself. About his workout mix. That came in #413 on our list.
Okay, none of us really expected her to get it, now did we?
Let’s be honest, Poison Ivy’s transformation and her rather horrifying new power aren’t the main attraction in this tale. You’re all waiting for “The Last Bimbo Hurrah.” Wait no more, you’ll tag along with Bruce Wayne, the Billionaire Playboy Fop on a date with the Jetset Twins from Norway at the most hedonistic happening/interactive theatre piece in Gotham memory: Queen of the Night.
Spontaneous Generation, Part 3: Queen of the Night on the Cat-Tales website and mobile-friendly mirror, Cat-Tales.mobi.