Thinking back to syndicate reruns of decades past, I tried to piece together the ideal Super female. Something chic and flashy, but sophisticated enough to fulfill that feminine mystique image. And enough attitude to make the villains think twice before messing with me. And I've already got that mild-mannered newspaper thing down. Now comes the problem.
Every super hero has a weakness.
I confess, they are my spinach. But if even one arch villain discovered this, I would be doomed to an unsuccessful career sidetracked by tasty diversions as evil doers took over the world. In much the same sense that Kryptonite and Limburger cheese hindered the likes of Superman and Mighty Mouse, my only weakness sprang from my only love. Maybe I could just be more of a comedic super hero. You know, like Spaceghost and the Tick.