Carrie Fisher died yesterday. Well, I expect the soul was gone when she had the heart attack and that they were just gathering her family before pulling the plug. But the official statement was yesterday.
I grew up watching Star Wars on VHS, alot. My dad’s a huge fan. Princess Leia strangling the bad guy with the chain he tried to contain her with is a huge favorite scene of mine.
I’ve read a couple of her books, and enjoyed them alot, though they’re not my usual fair.
In her book Wishful Drinking she states:
“George [Lucas] comes up to me the first day of filming, and he takes one look at the dress and says, ‘You can’t wear a bra under that dress … because there is no underwear in space.’
“I promise you this is true,” she added, “and he says it with such conviction too! Like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties or briefs anywhere.”
“So, what happens if you go to space and you become weightless,” Fisher wrote. “So far so good, right? But then your body expands??? But your bra doesn’t — so you get strangled by your own bra.”
“Now I think that this would make for a fantastic obit — so I tell my younger friends that no matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.”
So be it.