If all else fails, you can round women up into a ghetto not of gender but of genre: applaud their cleverness and display them like exotic birds, extrapolate a collective motivation and modus operandi from the work of a few arbitrary representatives, then pat yourself on the back for working so hard to advance the cause of Women in Comics. After all, if women are making such critically-acclaimed creator-owned comics, or graphic novels, or memoirs or successfully self-publishing on the web, why would they even want to come draw someone else’s characters? (And here, you can add “saint” to their list of virtues, because surely none of them are so mercenary as to want to take work-for-hire jobs just because they are the most likely to pay living wage!) And if you can convince yourself that the main thing keeping women out of superhero comics is that they don’t want to be there in the first place, you have just efficiently justified maintaining the status quo while wriggling out of taking any responsibility for it.