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Lois Lane doesn't know how she should feel about Mrs. Luthor. She knows perfectly well how she does feel, but not how she should feel.
Clara Kent had married Lex Luthor when she was eighteen years old. The decision had reportedly displeased her father, but he had still given her away at the lavish ceremony.
If it hadn't been for the Smallville homecoming dance disaster Lois’s cousin Chloe would have been the maid of honor. Instead the bride’s cousin, Kara, had smiled condescendingly at the cameras. Pretty All-American girls, Clara and Kara Kent. Both Kent, even if Jonathan Kent never had a brother.
The entire story the media was fed seemed odd, but Smallville wouldn't say anything else on the subject. Lois couldn't tell if it was all of the hardships Smallville had gone through or Luthor’s influence, but people kept silent when faced with outsiders.
Some people liked to claim that Clara Luthor was an inspirational figure, that she was an example of moving on from tragedy in a healthy way. Lois thought that was bullshit. Clara had been spared from a tragedy, yes, but then she married a Luthor; Lois couldn't think of a more unhealthy decision.
The feminists blogs Lois occasionally looked over mostly believed that Clara Luthor set a bad example for young girls because she had married and had a child before she chose to pursue her degree in English. They usually argued that the amount of media exposure Clara got would glamorize the 50’s life that woman had worked so hard to free themselves from. They also disapproved of Clara’s use of a surrogate to have her son, Conner. They argued that Clara and Lex couldn't have tried very long and that Clara likely just wanted to preserve her figure.
Lois thought all of that was bullshit too - freedom of choice, and all that.
Clara Luthor seemed like a typical high society trophy wife. She held charity balls, donated money to animal shelters, and wore accessories that could buy city blocks. It was also possible that Clara was the only thing keeping Lex Luthor sane, sober, and relatively moral.
Still, Lois remembered the girl Chloe had told her about, and Lois cannot see a hint of the down to earth, thoughtless, brave, and kind Clara Kent who Chloe had loved in the hard, polished diamond that was Clara Luthor.
Lois wasn't sure how she should feel about Clara Luthor. She will never be entirely sure that she can be objective about her dead cousin’s friend. Still, what Lois feels most when looking at Clara Luthor née Kent is disappointment.