Not intentionally, and not for me personally, but my self-esteem felt threatened. I’d no choice but to accept the challenge and tilt at yet another windmill. That‘s my specialty, tilting at windmills. Everyone needs a hobby.
I’d nothing against her. She was funny, wide open, unabashed, and very entertaining. What’s not to like, right? Well, I’ll tell you. Fisher was quoted as saying she’d be ‘the coolest old lady’ ever. Um, yoohoo, excuse me? That’s my seat. I intend to park myself there — you know, when I’m old — so we were on a collision course, she and I.
However, even a quick scan of her work proved she was 100% correct. Carrie Fisher was funnier and way cooler, which totally pisses me off. How did I not know? How could I be caught so flat-footed? Well, as usual, I was busy patrolling the ozone.
I knew of her, certainly, but since I’m not a Star Wars fan or a follower of celebrities or on my toes, I haven’t read her books. And that’s my loss; she was brilliant. Look at these quotes, they’re obvious proof of a dazzling mind at work:
That line about aging well — the ‘blow us’ part — reduced me to tears it’s so beautiful. The moonlight epitaph is lovely, too. Having the ability to string together a phrase like ‘strangled by my own bra’ is a magical and wondrous gift. It isn’t a skill you can learn. I know, I’ve tried. Hard. Really, really, very hard.
So it’s back to the drawing board for me, dammit. But, first, I should drop by a bookstore. Maybe I can learn to channel Carrie Fisher. If nothing else, it’ll be fun trying.
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