And this is pure speculation on my part, but I believe the International Brotherhood of Tailors have *at least* blacklisted this cankersore of a human, if not actively sought his death at the hands of mercenaries.
And this is pure speculation on my part, but I believe the International Brotherhood of Tailors have *at least* blacklisted this cankersore of a human, if not actively sought his death at the hands of mercenaries.
LOL, WOMEN,WE’RE THE WORST, LOL! Of course I was the problem, women always are, you’re so smart!
They can’t fetishize her properly because she has actual power.
Normal speaking voice, clenched teeth.
And I’ll just add here that I’m also Canadian.
Ah, a fellow Canadian. Did you also angry whisper through most of it because you weren’t exactly sure how sound proof the walls really were and didn’t want to disturb your neighbors?
Canadian.
Lutheran or Canadian?
My husband once pissed me off before a flight. I stared out the window in silence for three hours, out the bus window for one hour and then through a 30 minute information session at the hotel, before finally continuing our fight once ensconced in our room. These people need to be sentenced to a rage repression…
Beautifully stated, and my regrets for not mentioning Wilder and Rickman, two other universally adored human beings.
I’m now a mess of snot and tears:
This is the one I put up. It’s her current age, it’s kick-ass General Leia, and it’s just perfection in every way.
I’ve been thinking about Debbie Reynolds and how when she got that lifetime achievement award a couple of years ago, she was a little shaky and wandered a bit in her speech, and how Carrie got up with her and helped her through it.
I like to think that she gave a fuck, just about more interesting kinds of things than other people. She gave a fuck about her dog and about correcting assholes and about wearing what she felt like wearing.
And she died drowned in moonlight...strangled by her own bra.
Princess Leia and Ripley were my brunette heroines in a vast sea of vapid 80's blondes. Anyone who can’t understand what they meant for girls of a certain generation can go jump in a lake.
Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go light candles for the continued health and safety of Sigourney Weaver and Betty White.
My FB feed will probably need to be committed, all together. We’re mostly cosplayers and comic geeks.
I’ve been upset and sad about a bunch of the celebrity deaths this year, but this is the first time I’ve been just straight up sobbing. I just don’t want this to be true.
Also, unfriended a person I knew from college who was making fun of people caring about her as Leia. Okay, assface, we get it that you’re above Star…
Thank you for everything, Carrie. For your bravery and charm and your refusal to shut up or give up. For lifting the veil off mental illness. For refusing to be ashamed. And most of all for showing my daughter that being a princess isn’t just about finding a prince. You will be so missed.