Supergirl #14

Supergirl #14
Once again, Supergirl is the creepiest book out there. And I don't think they intend it to be such. And that just makes it even more ASS. This, after last month's "please read us, we'll be your bestest friends" entreaty to female readers in DC Nation. You know, if you want girls to read you, you might try writing an actual girl. Or meeting an actual girl. Or even reading up on what actual girls are like. This is NOT how girls act. This is NOT how girls talk. This is, perhaps, some fat slob's dream idea of what a girl is like.
Storywise, this issue is so very badly disjointed that I had a hard time trying to figure out what was happening, and why, for the most part. I still haven't completely deciphered it. On the first pages, there are caption boxes, and it's nearly impossible to tell who's talking. It's quite AWFUL.
Oh yeah, and Kara is apparently the new DCU's Wolverine analogue, with razor sharp spikes which can extrude from her back, of all places. All the more argument to keep her on top of you, eh, comic book guy?
Just a suggestion: if you want chicks to dig this book, try putting an empowering writer on it, such as Peter David, Gail Simone, Devin Grayson, or Will Pfeifer. Joe Kelly has no idea how to write. Neither for girls, nor anyone else for that matter.