A few years ago, I worked at a summer camp. There was a particular child at this summer camp that came in every day clad in Star Wars shirts and shoes. It impressed the staff and was a testament that is possible to parent while instilling a healthy geek background.
Obviously, the child hadn’t even been born when A New Hope came out in 1977. What has always been impressive about the Star Wars universe is its ability to remain relevant to generations that followed.
My fondest memory is when I used my dad’s metallic basketball pump as a lightsaber. It got dinged up, a lot, as I waved it around whacking into other things, pretending I was battling Darth Vader.
I was not a girly-girly. I liked Sailor Moon but prior to that, I fancied myself a Jedi.
Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher, RIP) was kickass. I mean, when we first see her or really hear her speak she’s Darth Vader’s prisoner. But she’s not small. She’s not scared. She’s defiant. She’s everything women want to be when surrounded by men who want to destroy her world (literally).