{Faryn’s mom at her Wonder Woman themed birthday party more than 25 years ago.}

That was all of us, wasn’t it? Looking up to the superhero with a golden lasso and shiny red boots, pilot of the invisible jet, walking amongst normal humans known as Diana. Around the third grade, I had an orange satin sleeveless leotard that was part of a ballet costume (I was a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz),  and I used to wear it as I leaped and ran all over the house, pretending to fight crime and solve mysteries and be an all-around eight-year-old badass. My best friend next door was Wonder Woman for Halloween and her mom sewed a costume that had little Wonder Woman boobs, and we all thought that was the most hilarious thing ever.

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Years ago I saw a snippet of a Lily Tomlin monologue pondering the idea of what the world would look like if children all grew up becoming what they dreamed of becoming as kids, creating a population of ballerinas, astronauts, firefighters and the like. For some reason that little bit stayed with me, and it always makes me giggle. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being an Olympic gymnast, a circus clown, a veterinarian, an oceanographer, and Wonder Woman. Being Wonder Woman wasn’t a real possibility ~ I knew that ~ but I had daydreams about it anyway, in the same way I also pondered being Nancy Drew from time to time.

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When I was in Jordan two years ago, I purchased a wide gold bracelet at a tiny shop in Amman, and all of my fellow travelers immediately called it a Wonder Woman bracelet. It is impossible not to make that connection with something like that, and I’m not afraid to admit that the Wonder Woman association pretty much sealed the deal as I was pondering whether or not to bring it home with me.

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With all the Batman, Spiderman, Captain America and IronMan franchises going full steam these days, why the heck isn’t someone making a Wonder Woman film?