![]() ![]() I was as absorbed at thirty-nine as I was at nine. ![]() I found myself transported back into the world of Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman. Well, I was about as much of a little kid as you can be when you’re stopping to take notes on the closed captioning so that you can write something later. I found that I was just a little kid again. I cringed watching Amazons meander around in negligee intended to embody Greek clothing. I cringed at the person dressed in a gorilla suit. I approached my viewing with the critical eye of an academic. Preparing for Wonder Woman Day, I turned to the world of electronic media and bought the first season of Wonder Woman on Amazon Video. At the time, I had no idea how much I absorbed sucking my thumb while sitting in the orange rocking chair in front of the black and white TV. When I retreated into fantasy, she was my hero, and her villains were my villains. I watched Wonder Woman for the action and the heroine. If you’re a child of the ’80s, you know exactly what I’m talking about. As a kid, I sat in my parents’ very 1980s basement, the kind with that weird wall-to-wall nubbly carpet and fake wood paneling on the walls. Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman is imprinted on your consciousness if you grew up in the 1970s and 1980s. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |