Shang-Chi Notes

Superhuman kung fu.
Repentance.
Controlling emotions.
Fu Manchu was Makluan.
Part Dragon.
The Mandarin, part Makulan.
Five rings vs Five rings
Midnight Sun. Communicates through fighting.
Elemental superfighting.
Mandarin destroys M'Nai.
Throws him to Earth.
Shang-Chi fights him to learn what happened to him.
KillRaven. Disciple. Teaching. Peace.
An Invasion is coming. The Mandarin bringing a planetfull of Makulans. A fleet of giant space dragons.
Shang-Chi prepares himself. Finds the five rings. Iron Man. (Or War Machine, or Stark Tech guard. NinjaBot. StarkFujikawa.)
Power Cosmic.
KillRaven. DragonSlayer.
Black Knight.
KillRaven goes to train with another warrior. Brooklyn, Iron Fist. White Tiger. Daughters of the Dragon. Daredevil. The Hand. Elektra. Urban Ninja.

Wendigo. Sasquatch. Wolverine. Hulk. The woods, the wild. Hitchhiking. X-Mansion. Man-Thing. Monsters. Pegasus. DarkHawk. Nova. Cosmic.

Guardians of the Galaxy. StarFox. Space opera.
Kree. S.W.O.R.D. Captain Marvel.

A Bitchslap to Feminism

I do not understand female sexuality. As sensitive a guy that I am, as often as I find myself hanging out with the girls, watching Dirty Dancing, pajama pants, and working the paparazzi gossip field for years now, I still will never understand girls. From Girls Gone Wild, to Maxim, to oversexualized underage teen popstars. What are the images that women have to emulate these days if not the metrosexual ladies of Sex & the City.

I don't get how being a badass chick relates to showing cleavage and showing a lot of leg, and eventually being naked holding your own breasts on the cover of a magazine. Or worse yet, an advertisement for a beauty product. How does two girls kissing, embracing one another in a letters to Penthouse manner with MTV music video slickness, moist skin and glistening breasts, exposed and performing, even in the quiet of their own personal lives, how does this empower someone?

I just see it as a man's audience being pandered to in the most base and vile manner. It's giving in to the filthy instincts of a testosterone driven misogynistic society. A woman's worth is basically arm candy to a stalwart hero, a damsel in distress, or an over compensating superkiller assassin completely devoid of the feminine. She is seen as a goddess object, a force to be worshiped and feared, unmolested by mere human touch. But the virgin, the young, they are to be exploited to the fullest, a sacrifice upon the altar of pop culture.

Is the pinnacle of femininity in today's day and age having awesome shoes, wearing a short skirt, kicking ass and taking names? I mean, I guess I don't even have a masculine identity to look up to, so why should I assume that girls have the same. It seems we truly live in an era where this current generation is re-creating the ideals of all human interactions. Role-model ideals are more true and accurate with what we essentially need than ever before.