Two of my friends and I go to the movies almost every Friday. Today, we saw Wonder Woman with Gal Gadot and Chris Pine. When I was a little girl, Wonder Woman was my favorite comic book. She had something I didn’t feel. She had power.
Today’s movie did not disappoint. Diana, Princess of the Amazons, and her family of warrior women all rode magnificent horses. She had a magic shield, sword, arm covers, and a magic lasso. She had power. I must admit, when the fighting started and she took off the 1920 outfit and stood there in her armor, I got a little thrill. Don’t mess with her, she’s Wonder Woman.
The movie had action, romance, and Chris Pine. Chris Pine! Oh, my! It was directed by a woman, Patty Jenkins, and stayed close to the original stories. Gal Gadot in the title role was perfect. The only actor who could have done it better would have been me, but I’m fifty years too late.
It got me to thinking about how my standards for Wonder Woman have changed over the years. There were the Wonder Women of the Bible, Jael, who killed the enemy king by driving a spike through his brain, Esther, who defied a king to save the Jews, and Abigail, who went out to meet the enemy and fed David so well she saved her people from war. There were others.
There are many Wonder Women of history whom I admire. Elizabeth I of England faced down enemies from all over Europe and inside her own castles and did it without a husband. Sojourner Truth sought freedom and encouraged women of all races with her soul-stirring speech, “Ain’t I a Woman?” Eleanor Roosevelt, who became her husband’s legs and later served as an ambassador to the United Nations. There was Golda Meier, who took leadership of Israel and led it in strength and hope, and Rosa Parks, who by the simple act of taking a seat at the front of the bus changed the attitude of millions.
I have Wonder Women in my family, too, the women who raised me. My grandmother Ola Mayse never worked outside the home, yet when her husband died in his early sixties, she earned her living taking care of other women’s children, paid off her house, and made her own way in the world. My other grandmother, Maude Foley, set a lifelong example of love, hard work, perseverance, and unflagging faith.
All these women did what they did without the magic shield, lasso, or sword, but they had power. Oh, my, yes, they had power.