Natasha: I love high heels, don’t you? Benjamin Gamboza. Hot-shot attorney, you drive a BMW, enjoy egg white omelets at the café in your building… and when you call a hooker— after every case you win— you prefer blondes, women who don’t look like your wife. Except you don’t beat the hookers.
Gamboza: I don’t—
Natasha: Ah, you sweet, brutal man. No protests, please. I’m very precise in my research. And your wife has caught my eye eye over the past month. We go to the same coffee shop. I jog there. She always arrives by cab. I know how a woman should move, Benjamin. And I know how a woman moves when she’s in pain. I know that look in a woman’s eye.
But this is the blue ribbon finish fighting-in-heels scene. It recognizes both that stilettos are kinda bad for the sneaking but also that fashion has tremendous power as a vehicle for female self-expression. And in this case that self-expression is “men who beat their wives will choke on my Jimmy Choos.”
From Black Widow #1, by Marjorie Liu and Daniel Acuña.
