How do I know this? Because she was standing in Times Square last night right near Toys R Us. Yes, that's right, kiddies, a six-foot-tall black woman (ok, drag queen, I confess) was dressed as Wonder Woman. I don't know what the hell she was promoting, but the costume was IDENTICAL to my childhood memories of Lynda Carter, right down to the red suede boots with the heels and the white stripe!
"YOU are the best thing I've seen all day, " I told her.
"Thank ya so much, gawgeous! God Bless!", she replied, in a buttery Southern accent.
I quickly turned to some Southern tourists and pumped my fist into the air, "A BLACK WONDER WOMAN! AMEN!!!" They hi-fived and smiled as I walked by.
Wonder Woman is every woman, now that I think of it. What little girl didn't want to be her? Does she really have to be white? I don't think so. If anyone has the damn brains to bring Diana to the big screen (why should Spidey and Batman get all the attention?), I think anyone could play her. My choices would be Lucy Liu (kick ass) or even Mariah (think long legs), but they'll probably play it safe by casting Catherine Zeta-Jones on sheer looks alone. Like she could even throw a punch? Yeah, maybe at a salesperson in Cartier for not bringing out the diamonds quick enough. Feh. She's not even American! Whatever, I'll live to be annoyed another day.
Ok, I'm off the Mt. Carmel feast. Ciao!
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