Last January 2016 made the first move, and cut me deeply with the death of one of my lifelong heroes, David Bowie. Now, almost a year later, it's come of one of my other heroes.
I'm a lifelong Star Wars fan. I was a wee kid when it first came out in theaters, I had the toys, I went on adventures, I role played with my friends. I was usually Luke, Sang or Chris fought over Han, and everyone else who was too slow to claim their character took up what was left for boys to play. It was fun, but it was never complete without a Leia. For a few years, though, then my mom went back to work and I went to my babysitter's house after school, I'd play with her daughter, Mindy. Also a Star Wars fan, Mindy had a great imagination, thirst for adventure, and sense of Princess Leia.
Carrie Fisher, as Princess Leia, was trained as an actress to step into any role. She was raised in a home of Hollywood royalty, so to play Senator Organa she had no problem switching between the haughty presence she’d use in the Senate to the take command, or the no-B.S. leader she displayed upon her rescue.
Before her, there were no female leads in sci fi or fantasy that weren’t damsels in distress or eye candy for the viewer. Carrie’s Leia set the tone for the strong female characters that followed her. To me, she was a symbol of feminism even before I knew what that meant. Strong, intelligent, self-determined, focused, but human and caring.
Carrie herself was an impressive figure post-Star Wars. She battle drugs and alcohol all her life, eventually overcoming them. She turned her struggles into autobiographical books that entertained, but also helped people through her transparency.
She was our princess in white.
She was a tough old broad.
After so many years of searching for herself she turned out to be 100% Carrie Fisher.