When I was five, I wanted Princess Leia to be my mom. She was gorgeous, funny, and kicked butt. She spoke her mind, and didn’t let anyone bully her (we all saw what happened to Jabba). On top of all this, she was a princess! Five-year-old me was pretty sure she didn’t need much more to recommend her for the position. However, the role of “mother” was already filled in my house, so all I could do was dream about the mother I’d never have.
When I was in junior high, I read an article in Time and learned that Carrie Fisher had a daughter. I was secretly jealous of Billie Lourd. Her mom was Princess Leia, the coolest woman in the world! She was clearly the luckiest kid on the planet.
It’s been a very long time since I wished to have a space princess mom. I got older. I discovered that my real mom was basically Wonder Woman (always saving the day, and loving me more than I deserved), and that in the real world, Princess Leia wasn’t quite so perfect.
Carrie Fisher was a very funny lady, and a fantastic writer. She did what is so hard to do. She wrote about the things she struggled with, and did it honestly and beautifully. I’ve read her memoirs and laughed ’til I cried as I read stories that made my problems seem so small and my life seem so normal. Without her writing, we wouldn’t know that George Lucas firmly believed that there was no underwear in space. (I truly wonder what NASA has to say about this.)
Carrie Fisher would’ve made a terrible mom for me. However, she gave me (and the rest of the world) Princess Leia, and for that I’ll always be grateful.
Well, September is officially upon us. It’s Labor Day weekend, which means I’m spending my time working through homework and studying. I got to watch the first Husker game of the season this afternoon, and by “watched” I mean that I had it on while I worked on Spanish. All in all, though, it was a pretty decent game. Right now I’m watching Return of the Jedi on Spike. I’m trying to figure out if their showing one of Lucas’ newer versions, or if it looks so much better because this is the first time I’m watching it on my new television. (I should clarify. I mean it looks better in that the colors are more vivid and the overall picture is much sharper.)
When it comes to exercise, August was kind of a disaster. I’m determined to not let September face the same fate. Hence, tomorrow I will get back to walking, aerobics, and other general stretching. The plan was to do so tonight, but I’ve had some issues arise that will keep that from happening.
Season 7 of Doctor Who began tonight. I don’t have BBC America, so I was unable to watch it. That’s okay though, it’s no different that any other season of Who. I’m just super excited that the new season is this year, because I was under the impression that it wasn’t going to start until 2013. Also, I’m really looking forward to the western episode that has Ben Browder. (He’s Crichton from Farscape, and he was in the final couple of seasons of SG1).
Oh look, it’s Princess Leia in a gold bikini. Man, that had to have been an incredibly uncomfortable costume.
I’m so glad I didn’t live a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.