#stuff on bous mind
Bou is very ill, and Mr. Bou being the awesome husband that he is, decided that a Hobbit marathon was just the medicine I needed. As we get to the moment when Thorin does the “Stop, drop, and roll” maneuver to divest himself of his burning outer coat, the conversation goes like this:
MR. BOU: Amazing how his hair didn’t catch fire.
BOU (hoarsely): Especially with that majestic mane…
MR. BOU: Do you know you said that out loud?
BOU: Coughing. I was coughing.
A brief interruption in my normal Hobbit musings and Thorin fanfirling to say goodbye to another icon and somewhat idol: Princess Leia, or rather, the lady (I say that intentionally) who protrayed her, Carrie Fisher.
Before I discovered my namesake, Boudicca (and the entire world of Celt history), there was Princess Leia. She was portrayed as a woman of great strength who stood strong for her principles, would confront (F)orces far larger than herself to protect those she cared about, and kept cool and composed the entire time. She did not feel the need to be the equal or better than her male companions, they all had a part to play, and she could be the leader or follow the lead of those with gifts other than hers that needed to be used in whatever a situation required. She could be a complete badass without a hair straying from its place, or she could be soft and gentle without losing her sense of self.
I feel all that owed as much to Carrie Fisher’s portrayal as it did to George Lucas’ writing. At this writing, I feel a great sense of loss with the death of Ms. Fisher, and want to thank her for giving me a character I could look up to, and admire her for herself as well, for the fortitude she showed in battling her personal struggles, and against the Hollywood machine that would gobble up a lesser person.
Thank you and may we get to meet in a galaxy far, far away from this crazy world, Carrie Fisher.