Oh dear. I'm going to touch on something in this article that seems to upset quite a large majority of comicbook fanboys, that being, the problem of sexism in the superhero genre. This 1997 miniseries is about a superheroine who is a stripper and thus a lot of flesh is on display here. Now I'm not being some pointy-headed FemiNazi here, who wants to have all female superheroes dress in sackcloth burqa's and I don't give a damn if Wonder Woman wears trousers or not. I really like looking at sexy women in skin tight costumes as much as the next pervert believe me. But I am also a woman, and you don't have to spend much time on the fantastic Escher Girls blog (though I suggest you do, it's both smart and funny and depressing all at the same time) to see how visual representations of those sexy women are having their basic anatomy broken time and time again to make for provocative poses that show as much boob and bust in one shot as possible. I've tried doing some of those poses, and nearly sprained my back, a strong, powerful woman is sexy to me, an Escher Girl just makes me roll my eyes, blow through my lips, and move swiftly along. It's not just breaking women that is annoying, it's also the way that instead of focusing on a female characters face when talking we'll suddenly get an extreme close up of her arse or breast talking. Again, cutting women into bits and boiling them down to just their "sexy parts". Happens time and again and it's somewhat vexing.
|Ooh, you could park yer bicycle between cheeks that pert etc|
|Someone's stolen her nipples!|
|Too late to be coy now!|
|Curse you Nipple Thief! Have you no respect for the dead?!|
|"Badly Drawn Buttocks" would make a great name for a rock band|
|The Ladies Bra, The Ladies Bra. The Ladies Knickers and the Ladies Bra.|
Voodoo then dances the Funky Chicken and summons the spirit Erzulie. She and Carrefour bitch at each other while Voodoo lures LeCroix to the ruins of The Royale using the power of being able to shake her ass in four inch heels. There await the three mysterious people from The Royale, now revealed as voodoo spirits Legba, Erzulie and Baron Samedi. LaCroix says they can't stop him because he has Carrefour on his side, they say "LOL Carrefour lies that's like his schtick dumbass" and everything explodes, leaving Voodoo determined to explore more of her "voodoo" power which she does by getting naked with an old lady, The End. Also, tits, boobs, jugs, knockers, baps, dirty pillows, funbags, chesticles, bristols, norks,lady bumps, arses, buttocks, bottoms, bums, butts, rumps, sit-upons, vajayjays, vadges, muffs, beavers, poontang, quim and minges. Did I mention this comic is quite porny?
|Voodoo About To Spoon Her Udders Out. Empowering!|
|Fairs fair. We get one panel of a naked man. Of course he's drawn as a standard power fantasy rather than to be titillating, but I thought I'd include it for balance.|
|Moore wrote this during the same period he was writing From Hell. A book that deals with the merciless slaughter of sex workers rather more sympathetically than this|
|I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going...|
|Moore wrote this during the same period he was writing Lost Girls. A comic that dealt with pornographic themes rather less offensively than this|
|Now you have seen it, you cannot unsee it! Bwahahahaha!|
|Page 1 of the Voodoo comic that was released in 2011 by DC as part of their linewide "New 52" relaunch|
[This miniseries is collected in the trade paperback "Alan Moore: Wild Worlds". Which might just as well be called "The Very Worst Of Alan Moore", seeing as precisely one issue in the book is worthy of standing alongside the rest of his ouvre. We will inevitably be returning to the rest of the contents at a later date. However I promise at the start of next month we'll be looking at probably my favourite Moore book aside from Swamp Thing and Watchmen. I do like him, honest!]