Tits Up – Ex Machina: Fact V. Fiction

Tits Up – Ex Machina: Fact V. Fiction

Dec 12

Tits Up is a recurring feature where I will chronicle gratuitous T&A in mainstream superhero comic books.

Fret not; I do not plan to quit my job so that I can post every ten minutes, twenty-four hours a day, and insure that I don’t miss anything. I will focus instead on the “gratuitous” part–in other words, perfectly good comics, demeaned by random boobs and bums.

I was never much of a Lothario, so I haven’t seen but a handful of women my age at sleepy time.

None of them wore see-through pink negligees to bed on a regular basis. Sure, there is always the special occasion. But a see-through pink negligee on, like, an average Tuesday night? Not so much.

Yet there’s Journal Moore, in Brian K. Vaughan and Tony Harris’ Ex Machina, lounging around on an average night with areolas proudly poking through her Frederick’s of Hollywood special, while she tries to tell her boss Mayor Hundred that she is quitting her job because she met a soldier, and she disagrees with the war in Iraq.

The scene as drawn could not be MORE jarring. One panel, it’s nighttime at Gracie Mansion; the next, it’s Emmanuelle in Space. It’s a scene where a T-shirt and shorts would have been FAR more realistic, far more appropriate, at least in the eyes of this average American adult male. Instead, we get BOOBS.

And I’ve been a Tony Harris fan since Starman; if his spot-on facial expressions don’t get you, his gorgeous page layouts will. But come on. These are two funbags too many.

Mr. Tony Harris, you have gone…TITS UP.