Sex and the Single Superhero

By Liz Langley, AlterNet. Posted November 27, 2002.

I don't know much about superheroes. The guys I knew were always more interested in those men in tights than I was. Some adult girls I know have taken up kickboxing, but none has the desire to slip on a Danskin and fight injustice. At least no one I know personally.

One girl has taken up the tights: Terrifica. I've never met her, only read about her in a news story that detailed her quest: to save boozy women from themselves and from men.

Dressed in flattering red leotard, mask, and cape, Terrifica has taken it upon herself to seek women out in bars late at night and save them before they become the targets of men presumed to be nefarious and icky. Sober Terrifica, aware that the women are addled by drinky-drinks, tries to talk them out of going home with these guys, feeling that they'll be regret it later when they have a hangover, and, my editorial guess here, the possibility of coochie cooties.

Terrifica's mission was spawned by an unhappy love affair and being alone in the city; the alter ego helped the real woman (a 30-year-old named Sarah), feel less vulnerable. And if you can flit around bars in tights and a cape, and feel empowered, you're either nuts or have invented your own working version of self-help.

It's a fascinating story of a young woman whose bad experience has made her determined to help girls who are alone in a big world, as she was, from getting involved with people who make them feel more alone than ever. She says she has, indeed, helped a few. Terrifica's turf is New York, where I don't live, so I won't run into her. I wouldn't be likely to anyway. Though I'm single and in my 30s, my days of looking at bars as hubs of possibility for more than a relaxing beer are long gone. I haven't matured, I'm just exhausted.

Bar dating is like a trip to Disney World. The first few times you want to go on all the rides. After enough trips you notice that it's crowded, expensive and your feet hurt. When people call you a wet blanket you say, "If you want to ride it, go ahead. I'll wait for you at the exit."

While you're waiting, you make a mental list of all the things you'd rather be doing. That's one way things change. You either become bored or find someone more permanent or you find things about yourself or your life that make the bar thing not worth the time. Hopefully it doesn't take a bad experience to make you decide there are other places to look.

With all this in mind, I have mixed feelings about Terrifica. On one hand, I'm a big proponent of MYOB and am surprised she hasn't had her clock cleaned by some liquored-up folks who feel the same way (she has had some nasty incidents, apparently). On the other hand, it's hard not to be intrigued by someone who fancies themselves a personal Jiminy Cricket.

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