MARVELOUS MARVEL LADIES MONTH - SONGBIRD
Songbird is my favorite Marvel superhero. I guess it’s because she’s courageous, in the “scared to death but saddling up anyway” sense. Melissa Gold usually has a lot of good reasons to break down and just give up, but she never lets that stop her from becoming better.
She was originally Screaming Mimi, a villain who only made about a dozen appearances before she was reinvented for the Thunderbolts. To disguise her as a brand-new superhero, she was given the power to turn her super-scream into force fields of solid sound. It’s kind of like Green Lantern’s ring, only it runs on yelling. (I could do a whole post on her powers, so look for that later.)
At age eleven Melissa ran away from a broken home, and spent her teenage years latching onto any man that pretended to care about her, or any gang that provided her with a purpose. Since the Thunderbolts’ ruse required them to play nice, they became the first group of people that could actually support her like a family. Eventually she and the others realized that their pretense was more rewarding than their real plan.
At first Songbird went along with whatever the team decided, for fear of being abandoned. She was skiddish in combat, and started to crack if things got desperate. When times were really bad she’d put up this tough-girl persona and refuse to let anyone get close. What makes her interesting, I think, is that she doesn’t overcome that emotional baggage so much as she gets better at managing it. Of all the supervillains who’ve tried to reform in the T-bolts, Melissa is probably the best and most unlikely success story. She’s gone from being the team’s shrinking violet to its heart and soul.
Songbird has been invited to join the Avengers, but her first duty is to the Thunderbolts. It might have been easy for her to have nothing to do with Norman Osborn’s T-bolts (or the Dark Reign that followed). But Melissa couldn’t abandon her team, even when it was trying to kill her. After Osborn’s downfall, she joined Luke Cage in salvaging the Thunderbolts program, taking a job as the warden of the women’s wing at a superhuman prison.
We’ve barely seen Songbird since the T-bolts disbanded at the end of 2012, but I’ve learned never to count her out.
- Thunderbolts #8
- Thunderbolts #21
- Thunderbolts #63
- Thunderbolts #126-127
- Women of Marvel #2
Birds of Prey #3 - Poison Ivy
This design was so good, I hate that they went back to the original.
she’s so fucking cool
I just realized my facebook was still set to French in those screenshots
Oh wow okay so some of you might have noticed a lot of things being queued lately and that I haven’t written anything for this blog in awhile and that’s pretty much because I’ve recently been dealing with a lot of really annoying stupid adult stuff otherwise known as life
but fortunately I will be making a very tentative return relatively soon. Unfortunately, that return will have to take place after a very long and uncomfortable 16 hour train trip. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll be leaving the station with a permanent crick in my neck.
But anyway, to those of you who have sent me some really lovely if now slightly outdated messages, I promise I’ll answer them as soon as possible, but I just wanted to let you know that I really do appreciate them. You guys are seriously all so wonderful and thoughtful and if there was a best followers award I’d give it to you (:
Because the only important information we need to know about a female character is her relationship to a man and whether or not she’s given birth.
This is the same man.
This works quite nicely at debunking the “beefcake guys in comics are objectified for women just like women in comics are for men!”, imo. On the left: a magazine tailored for a male audience, showing him in full beefcake-type mode with headlines about how you, too, can look like this. On the right: a magazine tailored for a female audience, which has a headline about romance and shows him looking more or less like a normal dude.
Tell me again how comic book guys are designed for female sexual enjoyment, completely equivalent to anatomically-improbable spines and giant tits with their own individual centers of gravity, and totes aren’t just male power fantasies.
"Well, when I was nine years old, Star Trek came on, I looked at it and I went screaming through the house, 'Come here, mum, everybody, come quick, come quick, there's a black lady on television and she ain't no maid!' I knew right then and there I could be anything I wanted to be.”
— Whoopi Goldberg