( a series of posts I’ve concatenated here from Dec 27, 2016)
Here is the thing about Carrier Fisher for me. Like most folks of my approximate age I was introduced to her via A New Hope and her experience really matched mine in the broad sense of being (or trying to be) a kick-ass girl in a whole room full of boys. Each of those Star Wars movies really only had her (as a woman) in a true speaking part. She completely fell off my radar except for the occasional news story about her addiction.
In 2008 Wishful Drinking was at Berkeley Rep and she was living here. The live theater scene is very small and word filtered out that she would meet anyone at the stage door after the show. That she’d stop and let people take pictures with her. Grace. I didn’t go to the show and I never met her. There is family history there for me that would have made going a really bad idea but the fact that someone was talking about it was huge. She owned her shit. She owned it in a way that no one could take it away from her and make it their own narrative. She was unapologetically who she was.
The Force Awakens comes out and thanks to tumblr I see just enough of the press tour to be charmed all over again by who she is. To see a whole new generation of young women see a woman who got old, got fat, got shock therapy, had a goofy looking service dog, still had to figure out how to comply with Hollywood standards to get a job that by all rights was hers. That she stood there and made fun of them for only wanting ‘2/3rds of me’.
I didn’t follow her on social media. I didn’t see her one woman plays. I didn’t need to. Carrie Fisher lived and that was enough. We need more like her in the world. What is remembered, lives. I will remember the woman more often than the general but the general was a badass. You can be both.
And because I believe this to be the truth.
From Ars Technica.
If you know me, you could probably guess this post was coming: Every woman you meet? Is Carrie Fisher. Every. woman.
All of us have fought battles that you’ll never see. All of us have supported the people around us and not gotten supported back. All of us have struggled with what the world expects us to be. There is a cost to being a woman in this world that so rarely gets seen.
Look. Read about the women in the world. We are telling our stories of struggle. Are you listening?