Let me give you a hint: no.
The burger is more a throwback to the Lynda Carter era than a reconstruction of Gal Gadot’s new costume. The top bun is dyed shiny blue like the bottoms to Carter’s very ’70s super suit, and festooned with stars made from white cheese. Meanwhile, the middle bun is gold, and the bottom one is red — and in the middle are two patties, lettuce, tomato, red onions, and the world’s second-most-hated ingredient, pineapple.
Not long ago, we entered the territory of food that you don’t really eat, at least not for taste or nutrition purposes, you just perform that you purchased it as a way of becoming a native human ad for two things at once: a gimmicky Florida restaurant group and a reboot of a reboot of a reboot for an upcoming movie. It can’t possibly taste good. But has anyone asked the burger if it’s a feminist?
I wish we didn’t have to talk about this.