|At least he has breeding.|
|Misandry is real.|
In her cape and bandanna-style mask, Liberty Belle is America's top-ranking secret agent (that outfit's a little less-than-espionage ready, to my mind). Outside of the costume, she's glamorous, jet-setting Caroline Dean, a tough-as-nails businesswoman fronting her own fashion empire and taking no guff from male chauvinists of all stripes. In the first few pages of her sole adventure, Caroline wipes the floor with a macho mafiosa who's intent on moving in on her business, puts a two-star general on blast, beats the living tar out of a Soviet double-agent and then takes his place on the American space mission he'd otherwise infiltrated, against the wishes of the rest of the crew, and generally looks fabulous doing it.
As far as the readers are aware, Caroline possesses no super-powers or gimmicked weapons. She gets through her five page backup with copious backhands and boots to the face (and some help from the models in her employ, who might be karate experts or something). Not that she needs much more, as the last page of the story finds her floating about an American space station, preparing to knock the stuffing out of incoming space pirates.
|It's about ethics is astronauting.|
In fact, it didn't much seem like Gill nor Ditko were particularly "feeling" Liberty Belle as a character, having thrown everything at her except much of a personality or character. A fashionista magnate libber judo expert secret agent with a girl-squad of sidekicks tackling the mafia, Russian spies and space pirates in the course of five pages doesn't really promise much more than "panels will be filled with things," and Charlton was home to many more characters in whom Ditko had clearly invested significantly more.
|There might still be time to write in!|