Carrie Fisher was probably my second crush. (Olivia Newton-John in Grease was my first). In Star Wars, she was braver and smarter than the boys. Those traits, which she gave Princess Leia, basically set up the template for the type of woman I like. If you have met Mrs. Nola Nerd Couple, you know she is smarter and braver than I am.
We got to meet Ms. Fisher a few times at different conventions and Star Wars Celebration. Some actors approach these in a robotic manner. Others have learned how to do the perfect thirty-second small talk. Not Carrie, she did conventions in her own style. If she wanted to paint your nails, it didn’t matter if you were a guy or a girl, she did it. If she felt like throwing glitter all over you and your friends, she did. She wouldn’t care about being G-rated in line (and sometimes she didn’t even care if she was PG-13!). In fact, one time in Dallas we watched as she attempted to undress Ming-Na Wen, which is one of my favorite con moments of all time (and I’m pretty sure it was that way for Ms. Wen as well!).
If you paid for a photo-op with her, you also were paying to take a picture with Gary, her dog. At the last Star Wars Celebration in Anaheim, we did just that.
She was always a gifted actress (see Hannah and Her Sisters, The Man with One Red Shoe, Shampoo). Yes, Star Wars dominated her acting life but she made peace with it and learned how to turn it into a cottage industry.
She was also a gifted writer. Postcards from the Edge is still one of my favorite Meryl Streep performances and that is largely due to Ms. Fisher’s writing. If you haven’t seen any of her “lectures” you are really missing out on a unique voice.
Carrie Fisher learned to play by her rules, as it should be. She is and always will be royalty to us. May the Force be with you, Carrie. Always.