Mishy's travels in Alaska

The first time I fell while rock climbing, I called helplessly toward the heavens, “Somebody save me!”, and waved my fragile little hands as if trying to flag down a celestial bus. Out of the blue came Superman, who scooped up my wilted female body in his big arms. I nestled my tired head against his massive, spandex-covered shoulder.
“Don’t worry ma’am,. As long as there are women in trouble, I will be there to save and protect them.” He flew me to safety, and placed me on the sandy ground like fine china.
But the second time I fell while rock climbing, the Justice league dispatch sent Wonder Woman, who had been in the area giving leadership seminars to a Girl Scout troop.
I lay there, broken and little on the ground, as she stood over me, unimpressed, her hands on her hips.
“You don’t need to be ‘rescued’, you need to empower yourself, and learn from this experience, so that you can feel confident, and can “save” yourself. Instead of enabling you and shielding you from the results of your fall, here is a bag of climbing chalk, and a good climbing harness. Now I’ll be right here spotting you wile you climb your self-empowered self right down that mountain.”
I looked at her. I looked at the climbing harness.
Crap. Where’s Superman?