Today I am going to do something a little different
but then that is me. Mrs Different.
When I was a little kid I loved watching two shows on Saturdays. I had to watch these shows and my family soon realized that to allow me to watch them was the best for their peace, tranquility and health. I really looked forward to Saturdays because of these two shows. Oh plus having no school and a full day to explore my world helped.
On Saturday mornings, in amongst my weekly cartoon dose and fill-up was a show I loved, called “The Secret of ISIS”.
And on Saturday nights, well there was WONDER WOMAN.
Wonder Woman rocked. Especially the way she would casually toss her shiny Brunette mane of hair at the same time as her little thin golden rope and with a secret little coy smile on her face she would trap and entwine her dastardly targets.
To a kids eyes, she ruled. She showed and taught me so much. I learned that it was ok to be strong, virtuous and courageous and it was ok at the same time to be a lady. That was what was best about her to me. Her femininity. Xena Warrior Princess came well after Wonder Woman as an Amazonian Warrior female but somehow I just cannot imagine Xena showing up for her latest beautician’s appointment after just slaying the giants. Or admiring the latest portraiture at the local gallery followed by dinner at a French restaurant and washed down with soft music and drinks after a busy day sword fighting with Mars. I liked Xena well enough, I had to as I had an Ex husband that Woodied over her as well as a child who idolized her but to me, she just wasn’t Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman was refined and cultured. She was dignified and humble. Wonder Woman was always on the side of truth, justice, the weak and powerless and all things good in the world. She was strong and intuitive. She was gracious and charming. Everything that embodies and encompasses WOMAN was within WONDER WOMAN. She was woman and is woman. All women have a little of Wonder Woman deep down inside them. She was everything that I admired as a small child and everything that I wanted to be when I grew up.
Oh except the red blue and gold suit disaster.. sorry hun, not my colors.. something flowing and purple, with some blues and pinks through it mayhaps. And really, a tiny skirt would have helped.. yes you have lovely child bearing hips but there is somethings that should be delicately hidden. SEE ISIS – Her little pleated skirt number rocked.
.and those boots.. what happened to a simple nice pair of Black CFM boots.
Kids need Heroes and Superheroes to idolize and worship who are always humbly fighting the bad and single handedly saving the world in their mild mannered way so that as those kids grow up they will try to be that heroic good person, quietly off saving the world from evil and harm.
