§ In the never-ending discourse over gender and comics, one of those classic anecdotes — this one told by a man:
And the sad thing is, in many shops, it still is a “boy’s club.” I will never forget the stares that Casey got when I took her into my local comic shop for the first time. The guy behind the counter stared her down like she was going to steal something. In fact he followed her around and examined every book she picked up and browsed through to make sure she didn’t screw it up somehow. After that, she never wanted to go back to the comic shop, and I can’t really blame her. The sad thing is, she would still sit at home and flip through the books I picked out for myself, she just didn’t feel comfortable to go and get her own. When you compound this kind of treatment with a lack of merchandise for women, how can they feel it is anything BUT a boy’s club?
Let’s just get this out of the way first: part of the reason this moment is so memorable is, quite simply, that the powers that be won’t let us forget it. If you were reading DC titles in 2005, you saw this scene. A lot. It was repeated half a dozen times each across three dozen titles, from varying perspectives and to varying purpose but always to the same ultimate effect of burning it permanently into the fanbase’s brains. Even half a decade later we’re still seeing lifts and copies and references occasionally. The creative types at DC wanted it to be a big moment, and they made it one.