I watched Empire Strikes Back with the two boys I babysit (I know what you're thinking kids, perhaps, at 33 you, too, might find yourself in such an inviting situation on a Saturday night...better work on those SAT's!)...Anyway, I can't stand it when people refer to these movies by numbers. Every time I tried to mention a title one of the boys would say, "You mean 5?" What?! You mean the one I saw when I was ten? I guess I'm getting old.

So, while we watched fabulous struggle with darkness that is the crowning jewel of all the episodes, the boys said things like, "I saw that scene in my video game!" and "these special effects suck!" Meanwhile, I fawned over Princess Leia and Harrison Ford like it was 1980 again and it was SO MUCH FUN! No matter how old or cynical or jaded I get, I will always love Princess Leia. I joined the Carrie Fisher Fan Club when I was 7 and regardless of all the tall blond Arian models the media threw at me over the next ten years, she remained my unconscious physial ideal. Like me, she had dark hair and eyes and I believe I emulated the way Princess Leia used her intelligence rather than her sexuality to wield power (although they did make her look pretty bimboish in the third movie...I mean "Episode 6").

Call it what you will, while watching Princess Leia spar with Han on the Millenium Falcon I reclaimed a part of my sou (I'm not kidding).

Yoda was pretty cool, too.

Just for today, I love and accept my inner-ten-year-old.