Re: Just a question...
Another question: Golden Age Lois was definitely a journalist as we understand it, full-on Rosalind Russell territory there. Modern Age Lois, most definitely. (Not really sure about Bronze Age Lois--she's kind of transitional)
But Silver Age Lois, as of course portrayed by male writers, was a twit, and an airhead, had only enough curiosity(when not motivated by a jealousy that would make Othello say, "Hey, possessive much?") to get herself in serious trouble, and did not seem to have the chops to be a secretary, much less a reporter. JIMMY did more reporting than she did. It appeared that hers was a placeholder job ante-husband, and that nobody--her, Perry, Clark, anyone--thought at all otherwise.
So what exactly is there to want to marry, is the irony. There's nothing to her. When I picture her, I think two things: her stupid pixie haircut(except when drawn by Gray Morrow, it would appear, like Samson's strength, Lois' intellect diminishes with less hair length) and her fretful, paranoid face, saying "Oh, what does Superman think of me?" She needed meds, bad.
Ten times a day Superman met women objectively more interesting than SA Lois, who has no life. From space. From the future. From the past. From under the goddamn sea. From his SMALL FUCKING TOWN was a much more stable and interesting woman. I'm serious, as a male, even, I'm offended(and I'm 40 so I'm just old enough to recall when these attitudes were still there, though dying). I actually get the same feeling from SA Lois as from any romance comics of the time, which is frightened. It wasn't so much women were vapid, not at all. It was that they were told every day that if they didn't pretend to be vapid they'd die alone. With cats.
I would not find a woman like this attractive. I would be sickened. It fascinates me in a sick way to understand why people thought this was good.
Lois fits perfectly into the 50s idea of a wife as someone who takes care of your house and children, who keeps her mouth shut, so who cares if she's vapid? Because you're going to cheat on her anyway. And she stays home and pops dexedrine and vacuums and vacuums and vacuums...
And then falls out the first floor window. But it's not the same. The horror, the horror.