Gail Simone's Blog, page 506
April 17, 2014
Damn!
Now that we live in a post-sexist, post-racist society, I can’t remember who to blame for everything.
Is it us?
I bet it’s totally us.
"Ow. Hey. OW!
My PELVIS!"
Ow. Hey. OW!
My PELVIS!
”- The Wedding of Deadpool, Eulogy for a Winkie, by Gail Simone (via tsarinajissa)
Poor Deadpool!
Uh...
How do I creative merit?
I forgetted.
Oh, Thank God!
I was informed yesterday that gender doesn’t matter and it is 100% women’s fault anyway because we have been sold a victim mentality by those greedy feminist fatcats!
WHY DIDN’T SOMEONE TELL ME THIS SOONER?!?
From now on, we all get to stand purely on creative merit, you guys!
Hooray!
Also, the NAACP is why racism is a thing!
This information is super helpful!
i was wondering if you could maybe elaborate on your comment about gail simone? i'm not really sure what you meant--that she's made nothing of merit, or that lumberjanes isn't merit-worthy? i mean...i love gail simone's writing for the batgirl comics, and
It’s not about Gail herself, as I said I have never heard of her. I am simply against the modernized version of feminism which is often misandric and sexist in the same manner that the modern NAACP divides racial groups.
April 16, 2014
kellyjacobsbooks:
rosalarian:
gailsimone:
the preeminent...
the preeminent gail simone of our time
One’s too many and a hundred ain’t enough.
100% truth
never heard of her.
If feminists wish to be accepted in the comic industry, or any industry, then make something of genuine worth and individuality, instead of a statement about gender inequality by just flipping organs between parties.
Why is Ellen/ Robin Williams popular as a comedian? Because s/he’s good at it. Why are Dane Cook/Sarah Silverman on the fringes of an industry? Because they fucking suck ass.
Gender does not matter. Stand on creative merit!
Yikes.
kelisab:
Gail Simone herself tweeted that Osric is her Ryan...
Gail Simone herself tweeted that Osric is her Ryan Choi (The Atom) so I had to. HAD TO.
Osric posted that he had read the All-New Atom and fallen in love with the character, before he knew me or we had ever spoken. He said there was finally an Asian superhero he could relate to. This was on Twitter, a while back.
I was not familiar with his work at the time but I couldn’t get over how much he looks and talks like Ryan. He’s just the handsomest guy ever, and has this huge, kind smile and generosity of spirit. He’s completely adorable, and he IMMEDIATELY became Ryan to me. Every time I see him, I think, man, that’s Ryan!
Finally, he was a guest at Emerald City Comicon and he kept coming by my table to meet me and finally I was there and he is TEN TIMES MORE ADORABLE THAN I THOUGHT. Dang!
He was incredibly sweet and nice, I just love the guy.
I am catching up on Supernatural, too!
Anyway, I think he should be in a comic, don’t you? Keep watching. :)
Also, I LOVE THIS ART.
Hi Gail! I picked up your run on Wonder Woman and as someone who never really read her solo book before, I'm loving it! The Rise of the Olympian arc has me on the edge of my seat!
I am so glad.
It’s an odd thing to say, but I think Wonder Woman is generally not really written from a female perspective, so much as a guy’s idea of what a female perspective SHOULD be. She is often not written so much as how guys view females, but how they feel she should behave as a paragon of woman-hood.
Which makes her message somewhat gobbedygook.
Not everyone loves my Diana and that’s fine, but I wanted her to be female, I wanted her to be about sisters and daughters and mothers and kindness and compassion and rage and jealousy and nurturing and all the things that we experience over the course of our lives.
I honestly think there are some who still find that part of my run very off-putting. Which is fine, I am not judging anyone.
But I wanted a Wonder Woman who was equal parts of her name.
I Know I Have Whined About This A Lot...
So forgive me, I promise there’s a weird point to it.
Many of you may remember my beloved rescued racer greyhound, ‘Scuro, had to be put to sleep a couple weeks ago. I know everyone has been through this, and we have all felt the grief. I know people have serious problems and this may seem trivial to harp on, but I miss that doggie like I can’t even explain.
'Scuro was big for a grey, and the rescue agent said he had a zest for life like no dog she had ever seen. Everything made him happy. Every bowl of food was a feast, every walk was an adventure, every nap was heaven to that dog.
He had been adopted and returned four times before we got him. They agent feared he was becoming unadoptable, and again, it was always because he was just too enthused. A fisherwoman adopted him, and returned him because day one, he jumped off the dock and most greys can’t swim, and he almost drowned.
So we knew getting him was risky. But he was so happy and bonded so quickly. Greys sleep most of the day, and he immediately made himself at home. He adored us and we loved him. Greyhound racers don’t really have a puppyhood, they are raised in crates. So when you get them home, they have to learn how to play and what freedom is about.
I called ‘Scuro my co-writer, because whenever I was stuck on a script, I would take him for a walk and it would ALWAYS solve my problem.
After he passed, I was finding reminders of him everywhere and it never failed to make me sad. So, we decided to add some days at Disneyland to our Wondercon trip to cheer up, and be distracted for a bit.
So we get in line for Haunted Mansion. The park is very busy. And we are having a great time.
We are in the graveyard line and there in the middle, there is a gravestone with a hound on top, and the name BUDDY.
"Buddy" was ‘Scuro’s name when we got him.
And the epitaph said (paraphrasing) “A TRUE FRIEND UNTIL THE VERY END”
At first I was shocked…what an odd coincidence. Then I started to tear up, I couldn’t help thinking this was here for him somehow.
But it’s odd…the words, meant as a little amusement, did make me think. We WERE friends to the end. And he always comforted me when I was sad.
I don’t believe in fate, but it really was the message he would give me, if he could.
"Don’t be sad. We were friends to the very end."
And we were. So, I am thinking about that, instead of feeling sorry for myself.
Life finds weird ways to wake you up, doesn’t it?
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