Quote: Prometheus said: You know, this is the first time I've really liked the character of post-Crisis Diana. She's starting to act more like her mother, Hippolytia. Polly was, essentially, the Golden Age Wonder Woman....without all the bondage. Unfortunately.
But, they can't/won't keep her like this. In comics, if any major character kills a bad guy, then, that means we're either in for a very long, drawn-out melodramatic journey of "confronting personal demons" and "moral redemption", or, their death.
If DC proves me wrong, it will be the dawning of such a glorious age in this industry. Where common sense outweighs the prententious, and childlike mentality of moral absolutes. Does a cop commit "murder" if he kills a criminal to protect the lives of innocents? If there is no other way--and let's be realistic here...sometimes there just isn't--then common sense tells you that his actions are not that of a murderer. I've grown seriously tired of this ridiculous regime of fantasy ethics painted onto comic characters. If their standard made any realistic sense, writers wouldn't have to use entire storylines to try and prove/push the point across. It would just be inherently understood.
Diana killing Max Lord didn't "shock" me. It made me happy that, for once, a writer is getting in there and being honest about the whole thing.
Hmmm. Sorry. Not quite sure where that rant came from....
Do we blame the writers? Or should we blame the fanboys who flip out whenever something major (read: different) occurs to a beloved character?
In this specific example, the reality is that despite being an ambassador of peace, Diana is first and foremost a warrior. It would make sense that she would kill - not always, of course, but certainly in extreme situations like the one that was presented with Lord. I think the problem is, is not that the writers doen't want to push the envelope, but that TPTB are trying to avoid fan backlash ("You've ruined X character and made them a murderer! How can they still be a hero now?"). Which in turn leaves things stale.
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
