IF YOU’VE ever read some of my columns before (and thank you for doing so), you’ll know what to expect from them.

I’m happy to admit they’re a mix of frustration and apathy at the geopolitical situation, musical references, and tributes to movies, superheroes or literature, tailored to something that’s happened that week.

While it’s tempting to weigh in with my thoughts (for what little they’re worth), on the current state of British politics, experience has taught me it’s utterly futile - I’ll convince nobody, annoy everybody, and ultimately feel even angrier and more frustrated about where we all end up at the end of next week.

Likewise, there’s nothing I can write about last week’s atrocity in Manchester that hasn’t already been said more eloquently than I could, so instead, I’m going to fall back on good old-fashioned film and escapism this month.

While I don’t know that much about Wonder Woman, other than she was created by a psychologist who (sort of) invented the lie detector, there was something really refreshing reading about the new movie.

The Amazonian warrior has been a key part of DC Comics’ stable of heroes since 1941, but apart from a campy TV show in the 1970s, has never really been introduced to a wider audience - TV reboots and films collapsed, while her male superfriends Batman and Superman got sequels and reboots every few years.

So it was great that her ten minute cameo was largely considered the best bit of a film about Batman and Superman, and sold Hollywood executives on the idea that a female superhero could hold her own against the boys in tights.

It was even better when Warner Brothers announced the first female superhero film would be directed by a woman, and when independent cinema chain Alamo Drafthouse announced they would hold a series of women-only screenings, it just felt right.

But it was sadly inevitable that a loud bunch of manly men felt women had no right to see a film about a feminist icon first or surrounded by women.

With the pathetic whine of male entitlement, they claimed Wonder Woman wasn’t meant for them, it was meant for the real comic book fans, who as we all know, can’t possess two X chromosomes.

And so abusive social media posts were directed at the cinema, doing little except reinforce the stereotype about a certain type of comic book fan, who whines about the representation of a fictional character because he feels nobody could do the job better than he can, and anyone who tries is open to be ridiculed, threatened or abused.

This is why we, as a world, can’t have nice things.

To its credit, the cinema stuck to its guns.

It announced more women-only screenings, and playfully responded to the sexist and misogynist tweets it received with a patience and grace I wouldn’t be able to muster.

For now lads, why not just wait a day or two, go to a regular showing, then complain about the film if you didn’t like it - don’t whine that the first female-led, female-directed summer tent-pole superhero movie in the history of cinema is holding a handful of female-only screenings you probably wouldn’t even be bothered to drive to.

And don’t worry - there’ll be another Batman along in a minute. You can whine with masculine authority about that.

*And just because I had to say something about the upcoming election: Please vote, but vote responsibly.

Not for the personality you like or against the one you don’t, not after being swayed by headlines or bile-filled social media posts, and not blindly ‘for that one, because my vote doesn’t really make a difference anyway’.

Read the policies - not just what each party says about the other party’s policies.

Then make up your own mind, voting for the ones that will improve life for you and your family.

Yes, it sounds obvious.

But your vote DOES make a difference, and while all this political noise is building up to June 8, the fallout will last a LOT longer than that, whoever gets into Number 10.