Today I showed up at the comic shop early enough to see the owners stacking the shelves with the new releases. With me were about a half dozen other nerds, all foaming at the mouth, waiting for the go ahead to storm the shelves. While I was in the holding pen, I noticed that Showcase Presents: Wonder Woman was among the new trades. I was under the impression that this book had been released months ago but I was still intrigued. I’ve never been the biggest WW fan and I certainly have issues with the storytelling techniques of pre-70s comics, but there was just something that mesmerized me about the book.

Needless to say, soon after the feeding frenzy began I was out of the fray with a copy Batman #668 and a big ol’ Showcase Presents: Wonder Woman in my mitts. Still, at the register I had some doubts. Will I be enraged by 1960s-brand sexism? Or will I simply be bored?

It was not until I was flipping through the book at a traffic light did I see this image:

Fuck. Yeah.

A few pages later yielded the image of an animated Sphinx roaring at the heavens. I have a theory that the letterer forgot to put in the wailing guitar sound effect because this is rock and roll.

Plus, the next story in the collection boasts this cover:

Consider this purchase officially justified.