Sunday, March 18, 2012

Never Too Old for Catwoman


The stereotype of girls never going into comic book stores has always irked me a bit. I’ve shopped in those stores for twenty years, and I remember seeing other females in there, too. Part of my cynical brain says, “Hey, when people say that, they’re making a derogatory comment and inferring that “hot” girls are never in there, not normal chicks who just want the latest issue of Groo or Batman.”

Yeah, well…point taken. I was never in that category, but I’m now in a new rare group: forty-something women who go out in public to buy comics. I get a variety of stares when I do this, from the quizzical to the pitiful. Because so many comic book stores have come and gone in my time (I counted six different locations in the last fifteen years or so) I buy my comics now at the local Hastings. They have a decent selection, a nice back-issue collection, and they actually stock more than one copy of Previews. They also have the book side, so I figured I would see more women my age indulging in comics.

Eh, not so much. Yesterday I had the latest Wonder Woman and a copy of Non-Sport Update in my hands as I perused all the new “John Carter of Mars” spin-offs when I saw her: she was about my age, maybe a few years older. She was between the Captain America aprons and the first rack of back issues when we locked gazes; I smiled in recognition of a fellow comics fan. She gave me a once-over as if she were preparing to describe me to police later, and rushed off to herd her daughter away from the stoner t-shirt section. The John Wayne commemorative cup she clutched in a death grip should have been a clue, I guess.

The thing is, comic books have been around for a long time, and some people don’t see them as just a distraction for the kids. They’re part of a satisfying life for fans, and those fans will get older. More of them these days are women. Passers-by may think being a comic fan or a D&D fan or a anime fan is creepy after a certain age, but we still feel sixteen on the inside. So if you see a middle-aged, goofy-looking woman slowly browsing comics, remember this: I’m not after your kids. I just want the latest issue of Catwoman.


Photo credit: Flickr/ShellyS

3 comments:

Terri Coop said...

Damn straight! Ask me nicely and I'll let you dig through my dozen or so short boxes of back issues. I've always been a geek, but full bloomed into comics about 20 or so years ago. When I lived just south of Chicago, there was a small shop that was just table stacked 3 feet deep with old comics. You filled a brown paper grocery sack for $20. These days I have to indulge via the net because there's no source in my town. What's not to love?

Gini Koch said...

Maybe it's where you live. I've never, ever, been the only chick in my comics stores. (Sometimes I'm one of two, but still never alone. We rock the female comics love in the Southwest, I guess.) And the clerks greet me with joy -- because I'm old enough to buy all the comics I want (and usually do, LOL), so I don't agonize over the purchase, I just get 'em all. :-D

And I'll fight a kid young enough to be my child for the last issue of an X-Men title. (And win. Because that's just the kind of comics geek-girl I am.) No one stands between me and Wolverine.

Beth Bartlett said...

Terri, I've thought about ordering online or even getting them digitally, because for a long while Vintage Stock was the only regional resource, and they didn't have a wide selection. Thank goodness geeky is in right now, because even B&N stocks a variety of titles. Gini, you are very lucky indeed! Compared to your area, I'm in the sticks. I haven't had to fight anyone over an issue. Yet. ;)