I just waxed poetical about Rey and her importance… and then I saw Wonder Woman. And I cried. I’m an almost *shhhh* 30 year old woman, and I cried because a movie was made about a woman superhero, helmed by a woman director.
Don’t worry. I won’t spoil the movie at all. I won’t mention a word of the plot. Promise.
What I will say is that, and personal friends on Facebook got this quick post, I have waited all my life for this movie. Not necessarily for Wonder Woman. Anyone who has spoken to me knows that I’ve yo-yoed about my opinion on her, which coincides with how people were writing her in comics, but they are giving her what she deserves now. The beauty, strength, compassion, passion, that a woman deserves. I have waited all my life to see myself on the screen in a position that men never even think twice about.
She’s not just a warrior, but she’s soft too. That’s the face of a woman, not a comic book character.
I needed her more than I needed Furiosa (and I needed her). I saw Diana and I saw myself. And I cried because I wished I could have seen this when I was a little girl. It would have saved me so much struggle, and heartache, and doubt.
I was raised well. I was raised to believe there was nothing different between myself and my brother, but the world didn’t get that. They still don’t… I hope little girls will see this movie and know, deep down, know that they are equal. Everything they are makes them warriors, whether they deflect bullets or wrap themselves up in silk.