A good friend who knows how much I loved loved loved "The Avengers" was kind enough to clue me in to this bit of offal, courtesy of the marketing execs at Marvel.
And let me be among the first to say "What the hell were they thinking?"
Admittedly, "The Avengers" - the movie, not the comic book series - was woefully short on women kicking ass. Black Widow was awesome, but in the big fight scene everybody else was firing lasers, smashing buildings with giant hulk-fists, throwing shields, shooting computer-enhanced arrows and laying that magical god-hammer down while she stood there with a handgun going "Pew Pew Pew" most of the time.
I did like that they showed her clearly using her greatest skill - her brain - when she outsmarted Loki. Points to Joss Whedon for that, in a big way.
All that aside, I loved the movie (and its overflowing font of man-candy goodness), but these shirts? Not so much.
Marvel, I can rescue myself just fine, thanks. And I'm raising a daughter who can hold her own, as well.
The only way I "need a hero" is if Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Robert Downey, Jr., Mark Ruffalo or Jeremy Renner all leave their significant others and suddenly need a date for the evening. I'm there, baby, ready to do my part for my country.
I'm not holding my breath till then. And I'm not holding out for a hero, either.
You can keep your shirt.
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