Oops, I blogged.

One of the only times “Oh, snap!” is a tolerable reaction.

Remember Emma Frost in Grant Morrison’s run on the New X-Men? Before she turned soft and somehow fell for the foppish, whinging bag of snot that is Cyclops? Remember? When she was awesome?

_{Image scanned by me, because yes, I am that lame. From Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely’s E is for Extinction.}

Because I don’t know how I ever forgot. Flipping through the newly-released collated omnibus of this series at the book shop (because I’m on a budget, okay?), I realised that Morrison’s run on the New X-Men was one of the first comic books I ever read in earnest. Through the nostalgia, I remembered that Emma Frost was a cornerstone for the beginnings of my fascination: a smart, “sexy”, multi-dimensional female character who used humour to mask her overriding desire for self-preservation and who could figuratively and physically throw punches with the toughest dudes. Plus, she could turn into diamond — awesome.