Isn't it a wonder?

We all have our favourite items of clothing. It could be a Pixar-worthy Hawaiian shirt, a pair of jeans with more holes than the plot of Independence Day, or an LBD that even Monica Lewinsky would keep dry-cleaned.

They're the kind of garments that exist outside of regular fashion trends, so we tend to cling on to them as long as the stitching holds out. It doesn't matter that they might have been all the rage when George Michael was still wearing a 'Choose Life' T-shirt - they make us feel even better than we think they make us look.

It's a sad day when those items finally give up the ghost and get dumped in the clothes recycling unit outside the supermarket. Just last week I had to part with a garish T-shirt that I've held onto since I was an undergraduate - it didn't seem to matter that the only way I was ever going to fit into it was if I started to chronologically regress like Benjamin Button.

So I can totally empathise with Wonder Woman, who has been forced to mothball her hotpants and bedazzled bustier in favour of a more contemporary ensemble. In some ways it must come as something of a relief for the pushing-seventy crime fighting Amazonian. She leads a hectic life as it is, without having to rinse out that stripper gear every night and hang it over a radiator to dry.

It's not the first time that the creative team behind the statuesque star have tried to revamp her image. In the late sixties she was given a contemporary mod-makeover, only for pre-eminent American feminist Gloria Steinem to argue for a return to form, as well as a form-fitting costume.

Several decades later, novelist Jodi Picoult was drafted in to remodel the character for a noughties audience, and commented “One of the first things I did was ask if we could give her breast-reduction surgery, because as a woman, I know you wouldn’t fight crime in a bustier. But I was somehow shot down by DC.” Now you can't say that superhero comics don't address the issues that matter.

So now we get the 2010 version of Diana Prince's lasso-brandishing alter-ego. With "an understated “W” insignia, a midnight blue jacket and a flinty fusion of black tights and boots" she's still the second gayest thing in comics (running a close second after Robin's wank-bank. But at least she can now take down a bunch of hoodlums without worrying that her glittery top will follow.

Anyway, for old-time's sake, here's Lynda Carter in all her sparkly, window-leaping finery...

Quote me on that

This is the spectacularly fit Megan Fox, the Hollywood starlet whose breakout role was playing the smoking hot tomboy love interest in Transformers. Her character did actually have a name, but no-one bothered to remember it, having suffered short term amnesia after seeing her repair a car engine in a crop-top and low slung jeans.

With the sequel 'Revenge of the Fallen' just days away from release, the world's sexiest woman (according to FHM readers at least) has been all over the press, inspiring brickbats and bouquets in equal measure. It seems that every time she opens her mouth she either says something staggeringly stupid, or strangely entertaining. Sometimes her comments are quite endearing, such as "Wonder Woman is lame. She flies around in an invisible jet, but she's not invisible. I don't get it." The fanboys who make up a healthy percentage of her target audience must think they've found their dream girl when they read comments like that. And when she said "I'm not promiscuous. I'm extraordinarily sexual within a monogamous relationship. Nothing's off-limits." I reckon they probably just locked themselves in the bathroom.

But she has also inspired the wrath of right wingers everywhere, commenting that the evil robots in the Michael Bay blockbuster should just "take out all of the white trash, hillbilly, anti-gay, super bible-beating people in Middle America."

So what to make of Megan's troublesome mouth? On the one hand, it's refreshing to have a young Hollywood actress who's unafraid to speak her mind. It's just a shame that she hasn't yet figured out how to be herself, without acting like she's got something to prove. She complains about actresses who need to mention their SATs to show how smart they are, only to then say "I'm smart and I can be really funny and interesting and I can go toe-to-toe with anybody in a conversation." And she speaks unironically when she says that she was happy to play 'bikini girl' on the set of Bad Boys II, "I was going to a Christian high school and I wasn't a feminist yet."

More importantly, for a proto-feminist, she has a dim view of sisterhood, alleging that "women aren't good friends to one another". She also says that women assume she thinks she's hot shit, "And that makes them feel bad about themselves and so they hate me." I'm not sure that these are the kind of issues that keep Germaine Greer up at night.

Nonetheless, at least she gives good soundbite, and seems to be reasonably self-aware about the role that she plays in Hollywood. And if she manages to piss of a few right-wingers in the process, she gets my vote.