Well, I know you’ve all heard the news. Our Princess is dead. We all thought Carrie Fisher would pull through and come back to us, but alas her body said no. So what does Carrie Fisher mean to me, a female geek who is 52 years old?
I had just turned 13 when Star Wars came out in 1977. All my young life teachers, adults, TV commercials, TV shows, games and movies portrayed women in secondary roles who needed a man to rescue her as she could do little for herself. She wasn’t very smart, was super skinny, and was more comfortable in the home as opposed to the president of a large corporation. In the 60s to the late 70s, a woman was mocked if her goal was to be an award-winning journalist, a surgeon, or worse yet, a police officer. 1970’s society did little to encourage young girls to be anything higher than an assistant. The best board game for girls was the 1966 What Shall I Be? Game in which a woman could be a nurse, a model, an actress, an airline stewardess, or a ballet dancer. (Luckily, the company upgraded the game in 1976, but alas, the damage was done to those born in the early 60’s) Girls were told women couldn’t fight in wars nor could they fly fighter planes in the Air Force. All they could do in the army or air force was answer phones or drive trucks. After seeing Star Wars, I longed to be a X-wing fighter in some far away galaxy. But even in Star Wars, women were never seen on the battle ground, except one: Carrie Fisher, aka Princess Leia.
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