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Have a shmoopy Hulkeye comic because this particular fascination of mine is unlikely to be indulged by the movie. (DON’T TELL ME IF IT IS I DON’T WANT SPOILERS this late release date is killing me)
This came from a conversation Lloyd and I had during Earth’s Mightiest Heroes where we theorized about Hulk carrying around Hawkeye in a baby sling.
Today, I went to Wal-Mart. While there, I glanced at the toy department, specifically the small selection of Avengers toys being offered and I noticed something odd.
Now, I am not your biggest fan. You color code your toys based on the genitalia between children’s legs, you enforce heteronormativity, you exclude PoC from many of your toy lines and in general you have way of catering to cisgender white children while generally crushing the dreams of everyone else.
Your “boy” toys are imaginative and promote skills like engineering, rescue and the like while your “girl” toys tend to promote the same tired things over and over again (princesses, cute animals, fashion dolls and babies) while seeming to encourage those who play with them to be mothers, cooks, cleaners or maybe, just maybe, fashion designers, all while promoting an impossible body image.
You firmly separate these toys and label them and provide a certain level of discomfort for children who line up with the societal definition of “boy” or “girl” to venture into the aisles not matching their appearance.
But today, you did something that less made me annoyed and sigh in disgust and actually made me angry.
I went to the toy aisle and I began to dig through the Avengers toys. I wanted one toy. One toy only. Of Black Widow.
She is, of course, the only female in the movie canon of the Avengers as of right now. I dug through box after box and she was not there. A quick glance to the back of a few boxes which had pictures of the other toys in the line would show that she did not exist.
Why? Why toy companies is Black Widow not there?
I am 25 years old. I’m going to be fine if I don’t get to indulge myself in a small plastic figurine of my favorite character from the movie. She would have been perched on my shelf for show and never played with.
However, what you have just told me is there is a little girl out there somewhere who just saw The Avengers. Who went to the toy store and asked her guardian for a toy and was told yes. Who walked into the aisle where the Avengers were to find her most favorite hero, the red-headed, righteous, butt kicking Black Widow who she had witnessed in all her glory in the theatre. She dug through the toys and searched hoped and… came out empty handed.
What did you just tell that little girl?
You just told her she’s not worth it. Her heroes are not worth creating toys of. Pick a better hero. Women are not proper heroes. They don’t get toys. They don’t get a likeness made of them and placed on a shelf.
There were two or three different versions of every other character in that show.
There were characters who weren’t even canon to the movie.
There were tons and tons of toys made just for this movie.
And you couldn’t make one, ONE Black Widow toy for those little girls or boys or whoevers who saw her, loved her and wanted a toy of her?
So in conclusion, go fuck yourself.
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