As the various Marvel Comics wind down in advent of Secret Wars, one of the driving mysteries left has been the secret identity of Thor, Goddess of Thunder. Issue #8 dropped in our laps, along with the Thunder Goddess’ true identity— and a big whopping case of hypocrisy. Spoilers below.

So. The new Thunder Goddess is actually Dr. Jane Foster, who as of Thor God of Thunder #12, has been battling breast cancer. The Odinson has offered repeatedly to get her Asgardian help: magic medicine that could save her life. Help she has declined, saying that Odin’s kind of magic always came with a price.

This by itself was... annoying, if not reasonably noble. Earth woman wants to fight a mortal disease on earthly terms. Okay. We can respect that, I suppose?

Later, when she’s moved to Asgard to take part in the Congress of Worlds, Jane’s condition has worsened. She has again refused any Asgardian treatment, so at least she has the luxury of shitting on their generosity in person, now. In their own hospitals.


In the MCU, Foster’s earned a doctorate in Astrophysics. Here in the comics, she’s a physician. She took that pesky Hippocratic Oath. You know, the one all medical doctors take, to do everything in their power to heal their patients?

But Casey, you think, if she’s already doing everything she can with Earthly science to— Here’s this one particular line of the oath that’s kinda important:

“I will not be ashamed to say “I know not,” nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient’s recovery.” She knows for a damn fact that better medicine exists. If it were a patient of hers, said patient would be dragged in the back of an ambulance, dragged to Asgard by a pair of Flying Goats, before you could mutter HMO.


The cliché is true: doctors do make the worst patients.

Now hang on, you might say. If she doesn’t want to use Asgardian magic herself, you have to respect her wishes.

Asgardian Magic? Like, I don’t know, summoning and wielding one of the most powerful weapons in the universe, while transforming into the avatar of a being of impossible might? That Asgardian Magic?


The Irony (capital I) on the end pages of Thor, Issue #8, is nothing short of galling. The entire chapter has been about the sisterhood of solidarity, of asking for help when it’s needed. About forcing someone— Odin in this case— to look past their arrogance when they’ve made a crap decision.

And then there’s Dr. Jane Foster, a character whose arrogant martyr complex won’t stop her from refusing medicine that can save her life.


I won’t bother getting into why using Mjolnir is killing her, there’s no clue why. None of the other worthy have ever suffered from wielding it, which makes its new damaging effects a plot contrivance. A deadly one at that.

So... yeah. This makes me angry, not to mention tempted to toss out the Thor comics I did pick up— now that I know they’re about a character who has no regard for her own life.