Marvel’s America #1 is really bad.

I thought it’d be cute because it’s about a badass hispanic lesbian superhero, and it’s actually written by a latina writer.

But it’s bad.

The plot jumps from place to place but goes nowhere. The dialog is atrocious and pandering. The tone is all over the place. (The art is pretty bad too, but I’m not qualified to talk about that.)

Like, seriously. America has a cute and charming reunion with her girlfriend (or at least tries to be charming, the dialog is really bad) in one page. And then they have an angry dramatic breakup on the very next page

And America just goes along with whatever she was doing the page after that. It’s like somebody inserted those 2 pages with her girlfriend after they were done with the story.

It’s bad. It’s not worth reading, unless you want a lesson on what not to do when starting a story off.


Wendy Watson (Portrayed by Natalie Morales) //  The Middleman (2008) 

A struggling female artist is recruited by a secret agency to fight against evil forces. The Middleman is a freelance fixer of “exotic problems”, which include mad scientists bent on taking over the world, hostile aliens and various supernatural threats. 

Because of Wendy Watson’s coolness under pressure and photographic memory, Ida, a robot in the form of a grumpy schoolmarm, and the Middleman recruit her to become the next Middleman. (X)

I am so excited for this generation of girls growing up right now. They just got the badass Wonder Woman movie, black panther is coming out, American Chavez is a gay Hispanic superhero, and so many others. They have all these female superheroes that I only dreamed about having growing up. So the way they think is going to be radically different than ours. And it’s going to change the world.

Natalia Cordova-Buckley and Diego Luna,

Natalia Cordova-Buckley and Diego Luna,

My name is Jessica. I was born to a woman whose second language was English and whose first language seems almost controversial in this country right now. I was born to a woman who was called stupid because she struggled to find the right words to use. I was born to a woman who-when she was mad-would yell in Spanish at people who couldn’t understand her. I was born to a woman who would sing lullabies to me in her native language. I was born to a Mexican woman. When I was growing up, my mother and I lived far apart for personal reasons, but that didn’t mean we didn’t love each other. She would always tell me to be proud of my ethnicity.

Living in Vermont (a predominantly white state), my darker complexion made me different, made me a target. When I was in first grade, the kids would ask me why my skin was dirty, and I remembered asking to take extra showers. All the while, my mother told me to embrace my dark skin. I loved being outside growing up because my natural skin tone would show itself, but when I saw ads for beautiful women, I saw how light their skin was, so I stopped going outside. Plus, my dark skin made me “look like a dirty Mexican” (something kids my age used to tell me). All the while, my mother reminded me that strength and resilience are beautiful no matter what the color of your skin is. When I wanted to take a proper Spanish class in middle school, I was harassed until I settled on taking French because it was “more realistic” living in a place like Vermont. I was always proud of my ethnicity until people started singling me out because of it. They would ask me if I was legal, and they would push me to work on a farm because that was where “people like me” belonged. All the while, my mother supported me as I lost touch with our traditions and culture in order to fit into a group that never accepted me in the first place.

Then, when I was 14, my mother died.

I’m almost 21 now, but for such a long time, I had been ashamed of the color of my skin and the family traditions that this woman was proud of regardless of the harassment, oppression, and racism she faced on a daily basis. She never had the opportunity to see representation in this form. Natalia Cordova-Buckley, a woman who plays a powerful and badass Hispanic superhero/inhuman on “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.”. A woman who-in the real world-is a strong voice for women and someone who seems so comfortable in her own skin, someone who is beautiful and gracious. And Diego Luna, a man who played one badass character in STAR WARS!!! Since I was a kid, Star Wars held a very special place in my heart as my favorite movies of all time. However, it was the last place I thought I would see someone who looked like me. My mother didn’t live long enough to see this representation, but I did. I am so incredibly touched by the strength and resilience you have both shown the world, and for the first time in a very long time, I am proud of who I am. Thank you for representing me and giving me a voice. Thank you for being a light in the darkness. Thank you for making me feel beautiful. Thank you for making me feel valid. And, thank you for being a hero to me and so many others like me. I am eternally grateful.


Ghost Rider (Alejandra Jones)    //  Marvel Comics

During the 2011 crossover story arc “Fear Itself” in several Marvel Comics titles, a Nicaraguan woman named Alejandra becomes Ghost Rider through a ritual performed by a man named Adam, in Ghost Rider vol. 7 #1

Though she demonstrated many previous unknown powers of the Ghost Rider entity, she was deprived of its full power when Johnny Blaze took back most of this power. (X)

1st Appearance Ghost Rider #1 - Give Up The Ghost (2011)