The below panel, from FF Annual#12, is basically the first time Sue talks back.

Of course, we know how Reed feels about that, right?

Seriously though, in the end it turns out she’s too weak and she begs Reed’s forgivness.

Really.

I wish I’d remembered to scan that panel!

In case you think ‘m being too hard on Alicia, let’s see how BEN treats her:

Ben Grim? He’s a dick.

Here we see him rubbing in the fact that Alicia is blind. To her face.

More examples of Grimm Dickery…

Ta-cky.

I’m telling you:

…It’s like every time he talks to her he has to mention seeing.

“Hey Babe, know what’s great? This painting. If only you could see it, eh? Oh well, thems the breaks.”

(It’s different when I do it. I’m not her boyfriend).

I ask forgiveness in advance.

How does a blind woman write a letter?

For that matter…

Alicia is using this PC… how?

And this issue pre-dates the existence of speaking programs for the visually impared, by the way.

Tune in tomorrow for a follow up.

Okay, so even if the Silver Surfer’s whole “I’m a guy on a surfboard” thing is, if you think about it too much, a bit lame, it works right?

This guy, not so much:

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

It’s the Goalie of Doom!

So in issue 347, Sue is replaced by a Skrull. One issue later, we get Reed’s reaction.

Cue porn music!

“No baby, I wasn’t cheating on you with that girl. It was…Doctor Doom! Yeah, that’s the ticket! Doom drugged us and you saw things!”

“I’ve been such a fool!”

“Not a fool Sue, merely a female”

Classic Reed misogyny aside, isn’t that the best excuse for cheating on your wife? “Doctor Doom Made me do it”

Someone needs to try this.

Someone who is not me.

Before I get to the post, I’d like to gripe more about my computer situation.

Despite replacing two key parts in my Powerbook G3, it is still experiancing random shut downs. This basically means I’ve gone from saving up for a 20 inch iMac Dual Core to saving up for a Mac Mini and a refurbished mac laptop.

Feh.

Anyway, bonus post: This is actually something I see a lot.

No. sorry. The only way Tigra could be a werewoman is if she was a transvestite. “Were” means “man”.

Unless they know something we don’t…

Okay, I know a women who dresses sexy isn’t automatically a “slut”. I don’t have a Madonna/whore complex. Really.

Someone at Marvel, however, did.

In the mid 90s, someone got the bright idea to “sex-up” Sue Richards. Goodbye Madonna, hello Whore.

Aside from the sheer silliness of going into combat in this, there’s something oddly disturbing about that peekabo “4″ she’s got.

I wonder if all the bad guys started carrying singles?

Making it even odder was when the next two 90s fads hit the FF four issues later: Big guns and jackets:

That’s right, they stripped her down and then threw on a big bulky jacket. Why? It was the 90s. It doesn’t need to make sense.

Then, of course, we have a bondage cover:

Love how everyone else has his or her arms behind their backs except Sue. I’m impressed the artist passed on the temptation.

Eventually, they decided that it wasn’t really Sue who was dressing like that, but that Malice was taking her over again. Yes, because dressing scantily=EVIL!

The costume was finally modified:

Aside from a collar that makes her look like a reject from the old sitcom It’s a Living, not too bad.

Oh, and the oddest thing about the sex-ed up look on Sue?

Having Paul Ryan draw it. He was the artist for almost the entire time.

I mean, no offense to Mr. Ryan. He’s a fine draftsman. However, he’s probably one of the last people I think of when I think “cheesecake”.

In the interest of being fair to both genders, here’s one from Sue and one from Reed.

First up…more Reed dickery!

If you thought Reed was only a dick to Sue in the “good ol’ days”, I give you a panel from a 1990 issue of FF:

Reed you Silver Tongued devil you!

Sue’s got her own issues, mind you:

“invisible tickle time” Invisible crotch tickling?

Maybe JMS’s FF vs Child Services storyline wasn’t so off base after all.

Maybe it’s just me, maybe my perceptions are colored through a prism of modern times, but this panel gives me an icky feeling deep in my viscera.

“Daddy? Mommy? Why won’t you listen to me about Uncle Jarvis? WHY?”