I was never Carrie Fisher/Leia of back in the day. But I’ve also survived getting older and I’m ok with being 54, soon to be 55. Too bad there’s a whole bunch of folks out there who don’t get it.
“When [59] years old you reach, look as good you will not.”
— Yoda
In case you’ve been under a rock: Fanboy trollgeek jackasses have been inundating Carrie Fisher with unsolicited critiques of her appearance ever since The Force Awakens was released.
Apparently they’re mad because the last time they saw her in a Star Wars flick, she was kicking ass in a metal bikini, and it made them feel funny inside, like when they climbed the rope in gym class. Three decades later, she looks like a grownup, and the fanboys are apoplectic, because this means either A.) they have to quit lusting after Bikini Slave Girl Leia, or B.) they have to admit they’ve spent years cherishing vivid fantasies about a woman who’s old enough to be their mother.
Rather than spend a little more time listening to Fountains of Wayne songs and embracing their inner Benjamin Braddock…
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