As kid, I loved comic books. I remember my uncle Raymond gave me his priceless collection of over 100 comic books. I mean, he had some limited editions that would probably yield over $60,000 today. Unfortunately I lost them. Well, truthfully, I think my grandmother may have trashed them because she really didn't know their value. That's another blog article for another day. The real story here is the impression these comic books left on me. Anyhow, like many young girls (and boys), I grew up reading comics about Wonder Woman and Superwoman. I remember watching Linda Carter portray Wonder Woman on the weekly series. These female superheroes were powerful. Strong. Capable. They rivaled any man and didn't need to be saved. I idolized what they represented-girl power. Plus, Wonder Woman had an ethnically ambiguous look, so I felt like she was very identifiable to me as a woman of color. But, as an adult my perception changed. Too grew to see Wonder Woman (and Superwoman) with adult eyes, and to further discover she was created with the undertone of SBDM--enough to make Fifty Shades of Grey blush. I began to question my childhood worship of her as the ideal representation of femininity or feminine empowerment. Also, I saw the damage these images of fictional female figures did--and still do--to the psyche of women. Yeah, I don't like my new perception.