One of these things is not like the others

Today, Corvus Beli showed off the miniatures for the "spec ops" special campaign characters from the upcoming campaign book "Campaign Paradiso".  Unique, elite members of each faction's forces, they represent the best and most badass the Human Sphere has to offer.

And of course, the lone female figure is wearing a crop top and posed ass out, hand on hip, while her male counterparts are in various stalker/action poses.  Oh and she's wearing combat heels.  Because of course she is.  It's a shame too, because they're all great sculpts.  At this stage though, all I can do is sigh and shake my head.

More pictures after the cut.

Sexism in miniature 2 - It's not all bad

In a previous post, I went over the worst offenders in the Infinity line, and generally groused about how sculptors seem to design female figures as sex objects first and everything else second.

Today I thought I'd point out the figures that show that it's entirely possible to sculpt kickass women without inexplicably removing half their uniform and/or posing them in some weird knock-kneed stance.  This isn't a "well done, Corvus Belli!" post, it's more a "you've proven you can do it before, why can't you do it again?"

Sexism in miniature - The worst of Infinity

Wargames and wargame miniatures have a problem.  It's a problem shared with roleplaying, video gaming, comics, and every other form of media aimed at the young male demographic.  It's an old problem, heavily entrenched, and one that is almost guaranteed to start scorched-earth level flame wars.

What the hell, Corvus Belli?

The problem being that wargame miniatures are, generally, sexist as all hell.

The Gibson Slums Ambush- an Infinity battle report

Lt. Sevens hunkered down on the old watchtower's rusted roof and watched the car descend from the steel-grey sky to touch down on the landing pad on the low concrete plinth below, trusting in her armor's optic baffles to hide her from unfriendly eyes. Her Corredigor Intrusion Cell had arrived hours before the scheduled drop, and waited for their contact another hour past the agreed time. Now his car had arrived, but something definitely stunk. With a click of her tongue she increased the zoom on her visor, focusing on the tinted windshield.. and the empty seats beneath.



"Remote operated" she muttered, already signalling the alert to her team when the first flicker of movement entered her peripheral vision. The arms deal might have gone south, but with any luck one of the Pan-O zombies trying to ambush her team would survive long enough to point out a juicy local target or two...