Starting Feminist Friday with my favourite Wonder Woman scene ever. This, I feel, epitomises what I adore about this character: she will fight, and she will win, but she knows that victory through strength of arms isn’t the important part. And she can see past the blind rage to the man beneath, and she has the courage to still offer him her hand.
This is one of the three or four favorite sequences I ever wrote on Wonder Woman, and I think a big part of why I find it moving is that it would never work with almost any other superhero. I can’t quite make Batman or Superman or Iron Man fit this moment. It is, simply, a Wonder Woman moment.
And that’s what I loved about it, it came to me while I was falling asleep one night and I jumped up to write the issue around it, because it says specifically, “there are many kinds of strength. You can use your weapon and break a mountain in half, but my extended hand is stronger.”
Damn, Wonder Woman is awesome.