Thank You, Carrie Fisher

Thank you Carrie Fisher, for the following...


1) For always making sure that Princess Leia always kicked ass and took names.

2) For always telling little girls everywhere (including at our own Edmonton Expo just last September) that it is always their choice whether they want to be princesses or generals.

3) For making Harrison Ford and Paul Simon, two famously grumpy men, smile, as fleeting as your times with each of them may have been.

4) For likely wagging your finger at me right now from the galactic fern bar where you and your mom have a permanent table, as I reveal the question I was going to ask you had I been able to make it to the  Expo: "Aren't you tired of playing Princess Leia by now?"

How utterly bad and insensitive that would have been of me. Of course you were not tired of playing her! She gave you a platform and a voice to chronicle both your career and your mental health struggles in full and frank detail, letting the millions also struggling that is ok for every day not to be a great day, or even a good one. As long as it's a day that can be gotten through. 

And that wisdom, even more than your colossal achievement of the Princess Leia role, is what will resonate forever.

Because there is always hope.

So thank you Carrie Fisher.

MTMG

RIP Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher

I was trying to find a way to pay tribute to these mother-daughter icons. Happily, Carrie Fisher already did lovingly pay tribute to her mother, by way of Turner Classic Movies. Rest in peace ladies. If the hereafter has a nightclub or a bar, you are probably closing it down every night with your stories, excited about the fact that you possess very special knowledge: what exactly made both Prince and David Bowie tick. And I imagine you now have a permanent table for two. Funny thing is, with this tribute, you inadvertently wind up paying tribute to each other. And that is very very cool.

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