Karen Healey is one of my favorite comics critics. She reads with a discerning Feminist eye and writes hard-hitting articles about sexist slip-ups in the superhero genre. She’s gained her reputation for having uncompromising standards, with targets that range from usual suspects Greg Land and Frank Miller to lauded writers Joss Whedon and Gail Simone. No one gets a pass in this column.
But up until now, she’s focused on superheroes. She is a superhero fan, after all. The entire mission of the hosting website is to bring awareness to the female superhero-reading community. So why is Karen reviewing a book that is dedicated “to every man who’s ever given a stripper a dollar”?
Because the publisher sent it to her.
Update: Kevin finds more to this.