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Dear Madison Ave,
When pop-up ads block all content & we can't see how to close 'em? We hate that product and will never buy it.
Happy holidays, my friends. Here's to you, and a 2017 that surprises us all (in a good way). May you and yours flourish.
I'm so old, I remember when a "lifehack" was called "learning how to do something."
Yes, the Princess-General is gone. She was one of my first crushes. Even as a young lad, there was something so compelling about her performance in STAR WARS. She wasn't just a damsel in distress, she was a bad-ass who could lay down suppressing fire and take command when a decision needed to be made. She was a girl, yes, but not helpless — she could handle her own shit. I don't remember a lot of the movies I saw back then, but I don't think that kind of performance or role was typical. Leia stood out, and moreso as I aged with EMPIRE and JEDI — do you want a girl who is a wilting flower, or one who is ready to throw down and fight when it's time to not be nice?
Even though STAR WARS is a fable, completely unrealistic, her toughness *was* realistic. No Buffy high-kicks or a Firefly-esque 95-pound waif taking out 250-pound hardened mercs. It was believable in that you don't cower, you do what damage you can with what you have. I loved it. Her grand finale, choking out Jabba the Hutt, taking the ultimate vengeance on someone who had gone too far and disrespected her so, it was fantastic. Sure, the leather bikini was great, but that wasn't what made that scene so goddamn awesome. What made it awesome was her planting her feet, leaning back, and refusing to stop until her enemy was dead. Watch that scene again and look at her face — a masterful performance that speaks volumes without a line of dialogue. I remember being in the theater with my buddy Daniel Baker and pumping a fist in the air when she took Jabba out.
Yet for all of her iconic moments in the STAR WARS franchise, my favorite Carrie Fisher moment will always be her scene-stealing performance in The Blues Brothers. Psycho? Yes, disturbingly so. But again, she took a role that was no wilting flower, no delicate lady crying into her Sense & Sensibility pillow. Bitch got disrespected? Bitch got strapped and brought the heat.
I'm a proud American, and as such, I hate the concept of "royalty" with all that I am. I despise it. And yet, there is one princess — just one — that will always have a treasured place in my heart and my childhood memories.
RIP, General — your work touched millions.