Kick arse heroines - we see them emerging from authors' computers like the proverbial mist turning to ice. I'm just as guilty!
These heroines will kick your teeth in from twenty paces with one leap just because you were levelling your flame thrower at some innocent. These are the new breed of heroines. They give you the "come here" gesture, proceed to wipe the floor with you, then give you the other famous universal gesture, "the Bird".
But do kick arse heroines have to be tough in body? I beg to differ. There is another kind of kick arse heroine, and she's peeping around the corner. I've used her (well, I mean, in my books *guffaw*).
Katina and Lysie from Love's Sweet Assassin and Love's Bewitching Thief are two plump heroines who love their food and comforts. They aren't tough in body - they'd be lucky to kick the stuffing out of a cushion, never mind fighting their way out of a wet paper bag. But what they lack in the brawn department they make up for with cunning.
Yep, I reckon this other breed of kick arse heroines are cunning. They use their female wiles, know just when to flutter their eyelashes, and can con a big, tough, he-man into thinking they're not a threat. Then they're close enough to kick him in the crotch or stab him.
Think Stephanie Plum (the heroine created by Janet Evanovich) and her off-sider, Lulu. Are they the ideal view of today's kick arse heroines? Not in this lifetime! But they always manage to get their man and leave you screaming with laughter about it the whole time. Yet I class these two as kick arse - they'll go the distance for those they care about (after some chicken from Cluck in a Bucket, of course).
I think the tough kick-arse heroine is overshadowing the smaller, cunning, not-so-brawny-but-quick-thinking little heroine. You need brains and brawn to match each other.
Yep, I reckon even we plump, short women can be kick arse heroines when the need calls for it!
now, there's trouble brewing...where did I put my lipstick and mascara again?
Angela *searching the bathroom cabinet and muttering to self*