“Alright, that’s a wrap!” yelled the director. Another long day of playing Wonder Woman had come to an end. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was 1976 and Wonder Woman was in its first season. I was young and brash back then, just a few months shy of 25. The show was cheesy as hell, but the pay was good and the attention was even better. I loved the looks I got from guys when I wore that small, form fitting Wonder Woman outfit. Sometimes I’d even sneak off set with it still on, walking down the street and basking in the looks and catcalls. As it turns out, this was to be one of those days. I was tired. I also wasn’t feeling great about the day’s performance. More than once the director had been critical. As he probably should have been. My mind had been elsewhere anyway. I’d just broken up with my boyfriend the night before….