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From the Los Angeles Times:
Actress and writer Carrie Fisher, who rose to global fame as the trail-blazing intergalactic heroine Princess Leia in the “Star Wars” franchise and later went on to establish herself as an author and screenwriter with an acerbic comic flair, has died.
Fisher suffered a cardiac incident on Friday during a flight to Los Angeles from London, where she had been filming the third season of the Amazon comedy series “Catastrophe.” Upon landing, she was quickly rushed to UCLA Medical Center, but after three days in intensive care, she died, a family publicist confirmed. She was 60 years old.
From the moment she first stepped onto the screen in 1977’s “Star Wars,” the character of Leia Organa — whip-smart, wryly funny and fearless enough to stand up to the likes of Darth Vader without batting an eye, with an instantly iconic set of buns on either side of her head — inspired generations of young girls to be bold and inspired crushes in generations of young boys.
When I first read this on Facebook, I was hoping it was fake news. It wasn’t fake news. Unfortunely, it really happened.
Comic book writer Gail Simone went to Twitter today to share her new policy about the comic books she will write in the future:
I am not writing any more comics without LGBTQ and poc characters, period. It’s weird we have to even make that declaration.
— GAIL SIMONE (@GailSimone) December 8, 2016
The abbreviation “LGBTQ” stands for Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Queer. I believe only one of the terms must be met to qualify. For example, a person does not have to be both lesbian and gay to qualify. By person, I mean a fictional comic book character. The abbreviation “poc” stands for person of color. Since it isn’t a real person, but a fictional comic book character, the correct abbreviation would be “coc” for character of color.
That could be problematic. Coc sounds like cock. People might think Gail Simone will only write comics that include cock.
It’s always interesting when someone announces something virtuous before they do it. If one wants to write comics that include characters from groups not usually seen in comic books, a better way to go about it is just to do it. Allow the public to discover on their own how inclusive you are.
Announcing it beforehand on Twitter spoils the enjoyment a reader would feel when seeing organically that one of the characters is part of a minority group. Now, people will go into any Gail Simone comic looking for the character who satisfies her new self-imposed inclusively mandate. Some may even consider these characters as tokens. That would be unfortunate.
I’m not sure why bisexual gets lumped into the same group as gay, lesbian, and transgender. When a person who is bisexual enters into a committed relationship with someone, presumingly only having sexual relations with their committed partner, are they still bisexual?
Hopefully, that’s something Gail Simone can explore in a future comic book.
I haven’t been following what’s going on in the world of comic books these days, especially superhero comic books. Movies have taken the place of actual comic books when it comes to superhero storytelling.
It would seem that I’ve been missing a lot. For instance, Superman is now Chinese.
It appears from the cover art that not only is Superman now Chinese; he is Communist Chinese. His uniform is red and features the stars from the Communist China flag. Even when Superman was a Kryptonian- American, he didn’t go around wearing parts of the American flag as a uniform.
This isn’t the first time Superman has been portrayed as a godless Communist. The 3-issue Elseworlds miniseries Red Son told the story of what would have happened if baby Superman’s spaceship had landed in the Ukraine instead of Kansas and he was raised in the Soviet Union. It came out over ten years ago, and I haven’t read it since. I remember enjoying it. I thought it was an interesting premise.
This new Chinese Superman doesn’t look quite so interesting. In fact, it looks quite bad. The artwork looks cheesy and just ugly. I wouldn’t pay three dollars to read it, although I would probably pay three dollars not to read it.
When it comes to reading comics, you’ll have a much more satisfying experience reading older stuff. Avoid any of the material produced in the last five years. DC Comics and Marvel have been putting out a lot of social justice warrior friendly junk lately. Marvel has been especially bad. Thor is now a woman. Ms. Marvel is now a Muslim. The good news is that they both publishers have such an extensive back catalog of work, it doesn’t really matter. You can just ignore the new stuff and go back and read the older material.
Or wait for the movie.
Comic book writer Mark Waid wrote a long post on Facebook sharing is his feelings on the 2016 presidential election. Spoiler alert, he’s not too happy about how it turned out.
Donald Trump won and Hillary lost. I’m not happy with Trump being our president either. I wouldn’t have been happy to have Clinton as president either. That’s one of the things that made this election such a giant bucket of suck. No matter who won, it was going to be awful.
Mark began his post by stating that his therapist told him that he’s in the grieving stage with the outcome of the election. The post pretty much goes downhill from there.
He then talked about appearing at comic book conventions in red states. Some comic book professionals have vowed not to attend comic book conventions in states that voted for Donald Trump. Mark will not do that. He will attend conventions in red states. He will use his straight white male privilege, some argue to be the most powerful kind of privilege, to create safe spaces at these conventions. He went even further. Continue Reading