So, can I talk about Carrie Fisher? I’m going to talk about Carrie Fisher.
From a very young age, my mother sat me down in front of a television and showed me Star Wars. As you can tell thirty years later, I am a fanatic. I’ve seen them all, multiple times and outsidede of my UNDYING love for Anakin, I have an unyielding love and gargantuan levels of respect for the women of Star Wars. Especially Leia. Carrie Fisher played her the only way that Leia could be played–sarcastic, witty, independent, and very aware of her own power and influence. That’s a powerful thing to see as a girl, at a young age, when male protagonist are being forced down your throat, where you are shown that you can only be a badass when a gun and a penis. Carrie Fisher let me know that you could be in a science fiction movie, be an absolutely necessary figure and driver of the plot, elemental to it even, retain your femininity and exhibit your power–over men, over politics, over the galaxy.
Carrie Fisher, however, is not Princess Leia. Princess Leia is a character she brought to life and only exists inside of our hearts and in a galaxy, far, far away. Carrie Fisher was much more than that. She was a bookworm, losing herself inside of the magic of books and stories. She was an author–Postcards from the Edge, Wishful Drinking, The Princess Diarist. She was a screenwriter and a script “doctor.” She was a producer and a speaker. An advocate for mental illness. And she was an actress.
All of these things combined is what made Carrie Fisher, Carrie Fisher, a woman we will never forget. She never lost her humor, she never lost her smile, her acerbic wit, and her ability to affect the galaxy at large.
We might be saying goodbye but the universe is welcoming her back.
Rest in Peace, Carrie Fisher (October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016)