Yet my thirst for smash-the-patriarchy feminist literature persisted. I’ve talked about prioritizing women creators of novels and movies— but you know where else female voices are still pretty consistently drowned out? Comics. And that’s where Bitch Planet comes in.
Jessica Jones: she has the surface-level badass bonafides: leather jacket, attitude, drinking problem, super strength (!?). But Jessica’s rightousness is buried a little deeper—and her exploits throughout the series poke relentlessly at the question of what it means to be a hero. So what was I doing watching Jessica Jones in the first place? I’m... Continue Reading →