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scans_dailyNo doubt many of you lack expertise in Carol Danvers' convoluted personal history. And seriously, shame on you. But don't worry, I'm gonna help you out with that.
Carol Danvers received her powers in a bizarre technological accident, as one does. She suffered dire psychological consequences from the trauma and then rapid mutation of her body. (In the space of a few issues she went from human, to augmented, to a human-Kree hybrid. It's a whole thing, don't even). Carol developed dissociative identity disorder, and was unaware of her other other job (she was already a full time badass and magazine editor) as crime fighter. Unfortunately for Carol Danvers the ambitious career woman, Ms. Marvel the superhero and Kree warrior, kept fucking her shit up. Like, you know, killing her best friend. Ms. Marvel kind of sucked, as alters go.
Carol knew something was wrong and went into therapy. That didn't work out so well--no personal revelations, no alter-merging, no dice--though she did get one of her many inappropriate boyfriends out of the experience! Yup, the therapist.
What did work was the judicious application of Occam's Razor, and some sisterly love.
Old time Claremont dialogue is amazing. WORDS WON'T SAVE YOU, WITCH-QUEEN SO STEP THE EFF OFF.
That is like, double rainbow happy, right there.
Carol would go on to never be screwed over by the universe ever again, and live happily ever after as an independent, asskicking crime fighter and adventurer. The End.
I said The End, Marvel Comics. *frysquint*
By the way, WHILE I'M HERE, you guys should check out and possibly write a post for Women Write About Comics. It's a thing. A thing you want to be a part of.
Carol Danvers received her powers in a bizarre technological accident, as one does. She suffered dire psychological consequences from the trauma and then rapid mutation of her body. (In the space of a few issues she went from human, to augmented, to a human-Kree hybrid. It's a whole thing, don't even). Carol developed dissociative identity disorder, and was unaware of her other other job (she was already a full time badass and magazine editor) as crime fighter. Unfortunately for Carol Danvers the ambitious career woman, Ms. Marvel the superhero and Kree warrior, kept fucking her shit up. Like, you know, killing her best friend. Ms. Marvel kind of sucked, as alters go.
Carol knew something was wrong and went into therapy. That didn't work out so well--no personal revelations, no alter-merging, no dice--though she did get one of her many inappropriate boyfriends out of the experience! Yup, the therapist.
What did work was the judicious application of Occam's Razor, and some sisterly love.
Old time Claremont dialogue is amazing. WORDS WON'T SAVE YOU, WITCH-QUEEN SO STEP THE EFF OFF.
That is like, double rainbow happy, right there.
Carol would go on to never be screwed over by the universe ever again, and live happily ever after as an independent, asskicking crime fighter and adventurer. The End.
I said The End, Marvel Comics. *frysquint*
By the way, WHILE I'M HERE, you guys should check out and possibly write a post for Women Write About Comics. It's a thing. A thing you want to be a part of.
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Date: 2012-01-26 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-26 04:45 am (UTC)*points up*
Date: 2012-01-26 06:44 pm (UTC)What jkcarrier said. QFT.
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:21 am (UTC)Yup, it's Claremont.
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