Carrie Fisher

When I was a kid, I never really wanted to be a princess. I LOVED Disney movies but never totally connected with the princess characters. I wanted to be Robin Hood or Peter Pan or at least Tinker Bell because that b!^ch knew how to take charge of a situation…but then my parents rented Star Wars on VHS tape from the grocery store (yeah not only was there no Netflix back then, this was before my small town even had a  Blockbuster) .


I was already a fan of science fiction, having been watching Star Trek and Lost in Space practically since birth but I hadn’t seen anything like Star Wars before. The story seemed simple enough; unlikely band of male heroes go off to rescue the princess….


But then this:


Princess Leia Organa wasn’t some damsel in distress. She was a bad-ass rebel leader. SHE was the one calling all the shots and could verbally spar with Han Solo, shoot a blaster, and stand up to the most feared villain in the galaxy.  


Yes she was pretty but she literally strangled to death a character that objectified her. She needed help but she was not helpless. She was kind to the little woodland Ewoks of Endor  but could also get angry and call Han Solo a “stuck up, half-witted, scruffy looking Nerfherder!” She fell in love with a handsome hero but it wasn’t all “happily ever after” because she had a job to do.


Princess Leia was my hero.


I was so happy when this hero of mine showed up again in The Force Awakens, still leading rebels, as General Organa. One of the most moving moments for me in that film was when Leia and Han are talking about how when things fell apart they went back to what they knew…and what she knew was being a mother f-ing war hero!



I usually don’t get emotional over celebrity deaths.


Today was an exception. Today I cried over the loss of Carrie Fisher.


While she is best known for playing Princess Leia in the Star Wars films. She was also a writer, activist, and all around bad-ass woman who always spoke her mind.



Princess Leia was my childhood hero but Carrie Fisher was my grownup  hero. 


She openly talked about her battles with drugs, her weight, and her mental illness. Carrie Fisher took the things in life that were hard and turned them into art and did it with humor.



This quote, that I heard on her one woman show Wishful Drinking, has been my personal mantra for the last year:



Today Harrison Ford said “Carrie was one-of-a-kind…brilliant, original, funny  and emotionally fearless. She lived her life bravely.”


Isn’t that how we all want to live?



Rest in peace Carrie Fisher.


May The Force be with you.


May you finally know the truth about underwear in space



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