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Why are Feminists So Desperate for Men to Like Captain Marvel?
Maybe I’m missing something, but I think not.
So a few years ago, for a summer school project, I had to travel to some middle-of-nowhere town in North Dakota for a ten-day project to help model and reorganize the town’s tiny museum from a junk drawer to a pristine attraction. It was for a Public History class, as part of my history minor. Not something I cared to do, but it was a credit requirement. I was half-way to finishing my long-delayed bachelor’s degree, having returned to college late in life. Needless to say, I was the oldest, most mature, and therefore, most level-headed of the students there.
Anyway, it just so happened this project occurred when Wonder Woman was premiering in theaters. And the whole time, this one young woman kept prattling on about how we all HAD to go watch it that Friday night. Now, at the time, I was somewhat into Marvel/DC stuff. But selectively. I enjoyed Captain America, Ant-Man and a few others. They were fun diversions with generally servicable stories and entertaining characters. Wonder Woman didn’t really appeal to me, but it seemed like an okay film from the trailers.
So check it out that Friday night we did. Afterward, we’re all huddled together in the lobby discussing what we’d seen. When it came to my turn, I said…
