I'm in Love With the Sexiest Woman at San Diego Comic-Con

Illustration for article titled Im in Love With the Sexiest Woman at San Diego Comic-Con

So Sideshow Collectibles' half-scale Catwoman statue isn't technically alive. I've dated worse.

She's not available for preorder. She'll likely cost you or me an arm and a leg once she is up for sale, but when you're dealing with Batman's finicky female counterpart, a certain amount of financial loss is to be expected. You pay to play with the pretty kitty; that's the law of Gotham's concrete jungle.

I would protest, of course. I would stomp my feet and raise my voice. I would demand recompense. And then she'd fix me with that smile.

Advertisement
Illustration for article titled Im in Love With the Sexiest Woman at San Diego Comic-Con

That damn smile. She knows she's already won. It's her confidence that gets me. Her face isn't otherworldly beautiful — she's just a normal, attractive woman.

Illustration for article titled Im in Love With the Sexiest Woman at San Diego Comic-Con

Her body isn't some unattainable ideal. She's just a woman that knows how to make a catsuit work. She's sure of herself, and it shows.

Advertisement

She may be only half a human high, but she's a full serving of wonderful.

Share This Story

Get our newsletter

DISCUSSION

elihuaran
Elihu Aran

Your title for the article reminds me of a great song. It's completely not related at all, but once again, your title for the article reminded me of this song.

Plus, I wanted to put FotC up on Kotaku.