So, I'm logging onto the website today to announce the greatest thing ever: We wrapped our first week of shooting last Saturday!  It was so fantastic!  Every scene is its own gem, and the feeling on the set was so exciting--we all know that this movie will not only make people laugh until they cry, but that it will assuredly change the world.  Which is why we're all making movies, isn't it?  Well, I am.

So I walk into my (only for now) day job this morning.  There is no almond milk in the kitchen, which pisses me off because I was in the mood for a cappuccino.  And when I walk outside to go buy one instead of make it myself, it has started to rain.  Hard.

Nothing sucks more than NYC in the rain.  Why?  Because not only do I have to carry my purse, gym bag and whatever paperwork I'm working on (+ whatever library book I'm reading cause I don't have a kindle yet and I have a masochistic tendency to read 1000-page biographies), I also have to get my shoes and jeans wet as I walk from subway to work and back, AND carry an umbrella with the free hand I so don't have.

So I'm feeling glum and I just turn around and go back to my desk and settle for soy milk (ugh).  I go to cracked.com cause I just need a laugh.  And I read the funniest article about the most disturbing sexual encounters in comic book history:
http://www.cracked.com/article_19786_the-6-creepiest-sexual-encounters-in-comic-book-history_p2.html

Which cheers me up, but I just can't help noticing something horrific.  And it's not that Robin sleeps with his sister (though that in itself is quite a gem).  It's this Tarantula chick.  And the fact that she rapes Robin's later alter ego, Nightwing?  What the deuce?!  But wait, there's more: she tries to force him to marry her!  Now this is the first time I've ever seen a minority comic book hero, though there are quite a few, according to Wikipedia (my complete source of all knowledge in general). 

My first reaction to reading this superhero blog was, "Hey cool, I think she's a black character."  Then later down the line when I see she's having her way with Nightwing, I think, "Jesus, they had to go there?  So friggin' typical that a minority character would pull some shit like this in the minds of the writers."  But when I see that she's at City Hall trying to force Nightwing to marry her, and then I see that she speaks Spanish ("mi tesoro")--for fuck's sake, people!!  Christ, Tarantula, please do us all a favor, first shed that red outfit that's a stereotype all on its own.  And if Nightwing doesn't want you to have his baby, man up and move the fuck on!  You're a superhero, woman, why don't you go act like one?!

Luckily, I had a cappuccino in hand.  Otherwise, I might have been very upset indeed.