Challenge
“I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so.”
ElastiGirl
Reload said:If you were a woman it wouldn’t be as easy to find all these superheroes to personify you.
Lord knows I love a good challenge so…any woman reading send me a description based on the 5 catagories I have (substitue for in a fight if you like), nothing long just a simple sentence or two. I will create a post similar to mine…with pics and detail. ————–>(Amadeo throws down gauntlet)
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At no time may it be stated that Amadeo is a comic nerd, the author is a graphic novel enthusiast and should be addressed as such. Equally he is rubber and you are glue whatever you say bounces off of him and sticks to you…neener, neener, neener.
I thought I posted these before but I don’t see them here so forgive me if I double comment.
If you manage to find five female superheroes that can adequately fill these categories–well, I’ll give you a head start: eliminate any one category you find problematic–I’ll post it on my blog.
In a fight I try to reason things out before it comes to fisticuffs. Sometimes I’ll give in, just so you’ll shut up. But if you really cut me—you get the silent treatment. Silent treatment like the dead of winter, like the benthic level of the ocean, like the cold, dark recesses of the universe. Ask somebody who knows me. In college I gave my roommate the silent treatment for two months.
In Everyday life I am resting on my laurels. I’m a lazy bum and only try hard enough to get by.
In Temperament I have the patience of the saints. I will listen to people babble on and on for hours at a time. I just don’t want to be rude. But cross me and you get the abovementioned ice princess.
In Love (I would like to think) I’m a woman’s woman. Strong, emotionally intelligent, not a man-eater really, nor a ball-buster. Just no nonsense and all that 21st century stuff.
In Love I’m (probably really) the protagonist of Janis Ian’s “At Seventeen”. You know, “valentines that never came”/“chosen last for basketball” and that sort of thing.
In Public I am gregarious—super friendly. I will speak to any stranger, ask them if they’ve mailed off their taxes, what’s the matter why the line’s not moving, why the price of tomatoes has suddenly gone up. I actually get energy from interacting with people. At a party, I’m the last to go home.
Comment by God's Child — April 20, 2006 @ 8:42 pm
yeah, I couldn’t comment–for some reason it wouldn’t work so I sent it to the gmail you had on your blogger profile. you better not delete it.
Comment by God\'s Child — April 20, 2006 @ 9:32 pm