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Oh what shall Miss Storm do when her physical beauty finally fades? She will go down to the Agency for Superhero Unemployment and file a claim. If only she had the brains for investment and other money management skills....

But today she is young and beautiful...and skilled. She cleans. She sews. She can even make love. Susan Storm is a fine triple-slave. But keep quiet, Sue, because the boys are trying to sleep. You still remember what happened last time you disturbed them, huh?

Sue is all woman. And, naturally enough, women are born fashion victims. Sue takes to clothes like a worm to a corpse! She is concerned about what to wear, because a true woman is not just valued by her physical appearance -- but her style of dress is a mark of social bearing, marital status, mobility, morality and so much more....

Miss Storm has an eye for detail. So she designed her own costume. Then she designed and sewed together costumes for her male co-workers too. Good ol' Sue. She sure can sew! And that is what girls do. But that was long ago.

Today, Susan must type. Women of course are natural typists, born poking their fingers everywhere. In fact, men invented buttons just to keep their women-folk occupied and out of trouble. It used to be that men could not type at all. It was too damn girlish, I guess. And that is why women gravitated to jobs where they could use their feminine secretarial skills. (The reason typists are not paid much money is because women who type are not really working hard -- it is second nature to them. It would be like paying a woman to sit quietly in a corner somewhere.)

When Susan finishes her chores, she begins to fantasize about other lives and loves. She has soap operas and the glossy magazines at the check-out counter to help her think about things that could yet be if only...and then the emotional clouds roll in. Ah, women and their feelings -- mystery of grand mysteries! Now Sue must decide which man makes her feel thunderstorm wetter -- Reed Richards or Prince Namor?! Sure, Reed is a doctor, and he can stretch himself in the most amazingly satisfying ways...but Namor is a prince -- the kind that storybook dreams are made of! Maybe she could have both men...and others, too.

In the end, Sue goes back to Reed. He is a warm, caring, sensitive man who understands the issues of modern feminism. He tells Sue that she is beautiful -- and she is, too. And even though he sometimes wishes she came with a mute button, he understands that woman are proof of divine failability.

Reed is smart. Smarter than women. He knows, for example, that Lincoln's mama didn't do jack diddley during the Civil War. She did manage to get herself knocked up long before it, though. And that was really help enough. Women are baby-makers. There is no doubt there -- simple, biological fact! And fully articulate breeding machines, like Lincoln's mother, sometimes spit out great men.