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Bad Grrls is an on-line resource devoted to fiction and art celebrating beautiful, dangerous women. From warriors to giants to women wrestlers to female bodybuilders, the purpose is to provide fans of the genre an outlet to share and enjoy the subject in all its splendor. What is a bad grrl? She is a woman of action, capable of crawling through ducts, swinging from vines, field-stripping and cleaning an automatic rifle, wrestling a python, out-dueling the foremost swordsman in France, knocking out Tyson in three -- in short, she's badass. But the bad grrl is also as dangerous as she is beautiful. Whether dressed in sweats and sneakers or a bikini and high heels, she is capable of fashioning a lethal weapon from the obscurest materials and putting it to effective use. She is the distaff counterpart to Rambo, Bruce Lee, Sam Spade, Wyatt Earp, Conan, James T. Kirk -- but still unmistakably feminine. That juxtaposition of qualities, so beautiful and yet so dangerous, defines your garden-variety bad grrl. Of course, being ready, willing, and oh-so-able to take care of business, the bad grrl gravitates to danger, and vice-versa. This can make relationships with them difficult, as villains sometimes break in on heroines during candlelit dinners and intimate viewings of The French Lieutenant's Woman. But rarely are the love interests of bad grrls meaningless cannon fodder; if directly involved, they usually become the objects of quests and rescues. It's a lot of trouble for the poor guy/gal to deal with, but that's the price you pay for having such a remarkable grrlfriend. It can be argued that the slant of Bad Grrls is predominantly male-interest, and to a large extent this is true. But every attempt will be made to keep the content reasonably tasteful, always respectful, and as the participation of both sexes will be encouraged, some influence can be wielded to shape the site within the parameters set forth. Appearance issues aside, the subject matter will feature bold, empowered, capable women, and if that sounds good to you, then read on. But if you consider the whole concept yet another product of an oppressive, testosterone-drunk patriarchy hell-bent on the systematic subjugation of womyn, then we probably don't have a lot to talk about. Go burn a few copies of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue and you'll feel much better. That's the pitch. If it's not your thing, then I understand perfectly -- vaya con dios. But if it appeals, then by all means, dive in! Sincerely,
Mike Shoemaker
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