Can we talk about Blonde Jungle Goddesses for a minute? That's a trope you just don't see enough of anymore--although some would argue that this is like saying "they just don't make Yellow Peril stories the way they used to." In general, the Blonde Jungle Goddess undergoes her apotheosis as a result of dark-skinned natives being so AWE-STRUCK by her "perfect" white skin and hair that they presume her to possess supernatural powers. Little is done to dissuade them from this notion once the Great White Hunter character (or Tarzan, or both) comes into the picture and falls hopelessly under her sexy, sexy spell. Unsurprisingly, people tend to Take Issue with this kind of story arc, working unsubtly as it does with issues of race and imperialism.
Blonde Jungle Goddesses are part of a bygone era in genre entertainment--these characters play to the (generally male, generally white) viewers' xenophobic anxieties*, to make no mention of the not-so-under-current of gender wars and the rise of feminism.
*Yeah, I DID bust out TWO words with X's in them in a row. I want a cookie now, fuckers.
Frankly, all this just makes Blonde Jungle Goddesses sexier by virtue of being more taboo. There's something that feels really naughty about looking at images of these Amazon creatures with their shameless displays of flesh and implied power-play--a feeling that's redoubled in the context of the socio-political milieu in which they exist.
This Leone Frollo** illustration captures the delicious wrongness of the Blonde Jungle Goddess. Bonus points for the fact that the native captors of the Safari Girl kept her shiny, shiny leather boots on while prepping her for the cookpot.
**Here is a fabulous and completely-not-safe-for-work/wives/children/pets gallery of Frollo's bondage illustrations, for the Curious. And I know you are.
And as the cherry on top of this oh-so-wrong sundae, here's a page from "Khina: Queen of the Jungle" as illustrated by Franco Saudelli. Yep--I think that might just be an Asian doctor working with the native queen. Two, two, TWO times the stereotypes in but a single page! And I'd be remiss if I didn't note that Saudelli contrives more ways to tie up his heroines than John Willie. Shine on, you crazy diamond.