R-e-s-p-e-c-t! Find out what it means to me!

So, today I've been a busy little bee. I've completed the inking of the vargas Carrie girls. I did the pencil work for the Mermaid trio and the Cartoon Vixen trio. They look fabulous. I had no troubles making them their sexiest for those. My girls, I love 'em, they'll put on a show.

But I come to the Marvel Heroines set. I look up the costumes for the girls. I start with Jean Grey. Yup, I'm pretty good with that, I just needed to remember how the yellow triangular phoenix in the middle goes. Right. Move onto Carrie. She's Emma Frost.

... You fuckin' WHAT?! ... YOU WHAT?! Oh - oh that's pathetic! They really published that?! That's supposed to be SEXY? Okay man - I was with you on Emma Frost up till the corset, but this - this is porno territory. This is just STUPID. I love Carrie FAR too much to ever dress her like that.

I mean, seriously. Elektra isn't too much better. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for characters being sexy, okay? I'm all about the sex!

So I'm going with the Fox Cartoon version of Emma Frost, methinks. You know, old school. With the corset and the fluffy coat. Except I'm giving her PANTS. Because Carrie would break your fucking neck before she let you see her in a g-string in day-to-day dealings.

And really? Elektra wouldn't last five minutes as an action crime-fighter in that get-up. Pah. Boys are so stupid sometimes. *grumbles*