I Fail At Life, That's Why I Became An Artist.

Number five. Amanda Waller.

Have you guys seen that post going around tumblr and facebook that goes “Reblog if you’re a strong, independent black woman, who don’t need no man”? That right there is why we love Amanda Waller- although she would not reblog that because Amanda Waller has better things to do with her time. 

It’s always been great that she’s been portrayed as a strong, smart woman who’s a force to be reckoned with, but you can probably see that description on the wikipedia page of any superhero- what makes Amanda Waller special is that she is all those things and she’s fat. She’s fat and she’s not a goofy sidekick or a sad best friend or a swamp hag. She also doesn’t wear it on her sleeve talking about how men love curves (I’m not saying this is a bad thing- bear with me). She doesn’t care. She can’t care. She is too important to worry about looking pretty- but she always looks professional. Amanda Waller is nobody’s sexual fantasy and that’s what sets her apart from everybody else.

When I opened up Suicide Squad #1 and saw Halle Berry staring back at me with her extra juicy lip gloss and curled lashes and unbuttoned shirt with a little lacy bra popping out making kissy faces at the reader I died a little.