I watched Supergirl (2026) today. Itâs not perfect, itâs not what many people wanted for an adaptation of a beloved comic, and itâs different than what has been built around her character throughout different issues spanning decades, but I think itâs what I needed and what many other people needed too.
Sheâs messy. Sheâs vomiting mid fight and taking hits and looking ugly in a way you donât see in female characters. Sheâs grieving and isnât the perfect victim of her grief. Sheâs rude and angry and disgusting and thereâs not a person in sight vying for her romantic attention and I didnât realize just how much I needed to see ALL of that.
Thereâs this part of me that I think a lot of us feelâthose whoâve been raised as girls or those whoâve been told in general to act or feel or to be seen in a certain wayâthis form of almost-grief that is constantly put aside or pacified with something that is meant to embody what we find so limiting in this current world. You see moments of articulation, of whatâs missing, but itâs gone so fast. I think of Arcane, that first fight Vi has and it slo-mos on her face. The saliva being driven from her mouth, the wrinkle of the nose. We donât see these things enough and I missed it when I realized thereâs little beyond that scene in Arcane in other shows and movies STILL.
I donât WANT to always have a character looking sexy in their pain. It feels like porn of a different form when women are grieving or agonizing while they look intentionally beautiful with makeup and effects via the director/crew behind the scenes. It HURTS and itâs vindicating and healing to know that the reason I find Kara beautiful and attractive in this movie is because of her character and the side effect of having a gorgeous actress. Theyâre not perfecting her hair or placing a shit ton of makeup on her. Her skirt is a skort and 3/4s the time sheâs wearing baggy vomit covered clothes and her hair looks like itâs been through a blender.
Thereâs that, and also the message of the film.
Youâre not nice, but youâre kind. Just be good. That doesnât mean you canât be tough, and that doesnât mean you have to be nice, but you must be good.
It made me think of the Mary Oliver poem, Wild Geese.
âYou do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.â
This poem sums up a lot of what Iâve been feeling after watching this. Not just of Kara coping with her grief and coming into herself through the love of a girl and her family, of forgiving herself for surviving but the fact that she could exist on screen looking like a human. A messy, imperfect, human. After watching that one Arcane scene a couple years back. This need to just be. To enjoy what and who I am. To embrace the ugliness and messiness of myself and my gender in general without hesitance or self-ridicule.
I think I love Supergirl too because it feels like a film that wouldâve been so widely accepted because its format if the character wasnât female because, the characterization, is a familiar one. Who doesnât love that alcoholic, messy, snarky dude who rolls up on screen. Whoâs competent but dealing with some inner demons. But this characterization is limited and kept from female characters, and seeing this film only make me want to see more of this. Give me your bastards, your snarky messy women. Give me women who donât shy from being feminine, or embrace their masculinity without putting other women down or feeling like a man + boobs. Give me trans women that remind us of the pure joy of being a woman in the first place, and who are happy and healthy in films, who are human beings like the rest of us. Give me asexual women, aromantic women, women who adore other women, romantic or platonic. Give me women who suck but are still human. Just give me humans. Not caricatures of humans.
I want this film to serve as another starting point, an example, and a catalyst for more female characters looking like this or at least being represented in more ways that feel thoughtful and like they matter.
Thanks Kara. You are my supergirl.