A Little Bit of Wonder

Everybody’s talking about Wonder Woman these days. And my gosh, am I glad for it. ‘Bout time we got caught up in the awesomeness of a female superhero.

But when I finally went to see it this week, I was still a bit trepidatious. I mean, would it really live up to the hype? Or would it come across as a story filtered through a male fantasy?

Thankfully, it was the former. And hello, shout out to a woman director as well. (More, please.)

It had humor and heart and some awesome fighting. And it made me look at Wonder Woman herself in a new light. Granted, I didn’t know much about the comic book superhero to start with. I haven’t seen the older movie or even Batman vs. Superman. I only knew she wore a ridiculous outfit, which was, fortunately, toned down in this version, becoming more like functional armor and less like a swimsuit. (Glory, hallelujah.)

In fact, everything is toned down, the story and characters treated with a sophisticated subtlety that I loved. And Diana is revealed to be a multi-dimensional human being. (A multi-dimensional woman in an action movie. Imagine that!)

She’s neither objectified nor masculinized, which were my two main fears. Far too often, a female character is either a sex object or “just one of the boys.” Not so here. Throughout the movie, you can see Diana’s more feminine traits and how her compassion and kindness are part of her strength instead of detracting from it. And yes, she’s certainly beautiful, but her fighting style isn’t the hyper-sexualized style commonly seen in action movies. No slinking or sashaying in sight. This lady ain’t no simple eye candy. She fights with strength while also utilizing her agility, like a gymnast.

And while being raised on a remote island with only women has created some real world naiveté, Diana is also shown to be highly intelligent, fluent in multiple languages, and able to connect with people. And when people (*cough* men *cough*) try to tell her something she knows isn’t true, she trusts herself. This is a woman who is confident in her abilities and will stop at nothing to protect others.

That, ya’ll, is someone we should all aspire to emulate. Today, and every day, I’ll be embracing a little bit of wonder.

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Why I Took Away My Husband’s Wedding Ring

It happened a couple weeks ago. My husband came home from work and reminded me that I still had his wedding ring. I’d completely forgotten. He’d had to remove his ring at the doctor’s office a few days before and he gave it to me to hold onto. I tucked it into my purse and promptly forgot about it.

I gasped. “You mean for the past three days, you haven’t been married to me!?”

We joke about this a lot. The truth is, I don’t really care if my husband wears a ring. He’s married to me, ring or not. And it’s hard for him to find a ring that fits. If it fits over his knuckle, it’s big on his finger and rolls around. He’s offered to get a tattoo on his finger instead, but given how often his style preferences change, I’m not sure that’s the best move.

“You know . . .” I continued. “They make silicone rings. Stretchy and comfy.” I’d seen a Facebook ad for one such brand.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard about those.” He went on to tell me a story I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, about Jimmy Fallon and his wedding ring accident that resulted in a significant hand/finger injury.

I like my husband’s hands. I especially like the way they have five fingers each. And he’s accident-prone, my human. I could easily imagine a similar incident happening to him.

“That’s it. I’m not giving you your ring back.”

“Fine by me,” he replied.

Instead, I bought him a silicone ring for his birthday. A stretchy, comfy piece of silicone that fits over his knuckle and that, should he fall or accidentally hit his hand on something, will not injure his fingers. I’m a fan of that.

Because the truth is, what’s on his finger doesn’t matter. Whether he wears a ring or not, whether what he wears is expensive or all of 20 bucks, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s my human and he comes home to me every day. And now I’ve increased the odds that he’ll have all his fingers when he does.

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