So today is Nerd Christmas and as I am a nerd, and just got home about 10 minutes ago, I shall use this post to revel in my neediness.
Star Wars is the first movie I saw in a theater. Of course, now you can sort of eyeball how terribly old I am, but there it is. My father really hates going to the movies, but we all went to see it. I remember standing in line outside the Uptown Theater, and listening to my father grumble. "I can't believe I'm standing in line for a movie!"
If Star Wars is the first movie you ever see in a theater, your standards are going to be pretty high. There was nothing like it; nothing. The crowds were big and interactive, the movie completely different from anything I'd ever seen, and it was followed up with some pretty awesome merchandizing. Truth be told, I was SO jealous of my friend Jason's Star Wars bedsheets. He got to have them because he was a boy. They didn't have Star Wars sheet sets for girls because this was back in the time when a girl certainly could NOT have bedsheets that weren't pink or purple or Holly Hobby. (Kids ask your parents.)
I have always loved Han Solo. He was my first crush. I thought Luke Skywalker was whiny and needed to stop talking and fight the bad guys. What was his problem anyway? It was Han Solo who I liked — loud, bossy and active. And of course, I wanted to be Princess Leia - or maybe Chewbacca -or maybe Han Solo himself. Actually, it was Han Solo who I wanted to be -- roaming the galaxy with my best side kick — not taking any guff from anyone.
My kids tell me the original trilogy is cheesy and the special effects kind of sad. I keep telling them that the story of the original is so much better, and the Boy is willing to concede this point. They tolerated the Force Awakens, and were vaguely interested in Rogue One, but the great tragedy of my life is that the Boy actually prefers the newer hideous 3. He likes the clones and actually thinks Jar Jar Binks is "kind of funny." It hurts my nerd heart. A lot.
I almost wore my Princess Leia - call me General t-shirt today but I don't like to wear t-shirts to work. Meanwhile, the Husband who is a closet nerd, tried to put the kibosh on any "Star Wars nonsense." He was pretty grumpy about it. Kind of like when Han Solo doesn't want to put up with any of Lando Calrissian's nonsense, or when he tells Luke that Obi One Kenobi is an "old fossil". Look-it, don't tell him, but he's kind of my real-life Han Solo. #swoon I haven't decided yet whether I am his Chewbacca or his Princess Leia - I hope that I am a little of both. Either way, it is best to roam the galaxy with your squad, and I'm glad I found mine.
May the Fourth Be with You,