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Carrie Fisher: Drowned in Moonlight, Strangled by Her Own Bra

I didn’t really realize how much I wanted a brunette princess from Disney until they released Beauty and the Beast in 1991. Hey, yes, a Disney movie featuring a girl with brown hair like me? AND she’s a huge reader? AND she snarks away Gaston like she’s swatting a fly? Excellent, good, yes.

Thing is, I already had a brunette princess, and she was a badass with a mile of hair.

While Star Wars isn’t (and shouldn’t be) all she’s known for, Carrie Fisher’s role as Princess Leia was fscking iconic in so many ways. For me, she was an awesome space princess who worked and fought for her cause, got dirty and shot guns right alongside the boys, saved the guy, and was not a blonde in a restrictive, frilly dress. (If you think that a small thing like changing from blonde to brunette as the ubiquitous Princess Hair Color is no big deal, i will tell you without hesitation that you are wrong. Like, wrong-wrong.)

Carrie Fisher herself was frank, smart and funny, upfront about her issues with mental illness and substance abuse. Does it help that she had portrayed a beloved character? Hell yes. But the normalization that went along with it, demonstrating both that famous folks are real people with struggles of their own AND that those who share these struggles are “normal” and need help and support just as much as anyone famous… that was just as important as growing up with a princess who looked more like me and had awesome space adventures.

She did both. So can we. Support your local aspiring space royalty and help everyone see themselves in the story.


I have so much more I wanted to say, but I’m honestly getting a little choked up and I’ve never even met this amazing woman. So here are some words from folks more eloquent than I.

This whole thread is fantastic, and I recommend you click through to read the whole thing.

All moms, even Space Moms, have moms too:

We have a responsibility to shoulder:

Today, and in the coming days, months, and years:

Wookiees cry too:

If anyone wasn’t sobbing yet:

And for anyone wondering about the title of this post? It’s Carrie Fisher’s wish for her obituary, right from her book Wishful Drinking.

Thank you for teaching a generation of little girls that princesses can be self-rescuing. We love you.

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Beth Voigt

Beth Voigt

Beth is a graphic designer in Chicago, a superhero in her own mind, and absolutely nothing on TV. She wrangles fonts professionally, pummels code amateurishly, and has been known to shove fire in her face for fun. Fond of volunteering, late-night bursts of productivity, and making snacks, she dislikes grocery shopping and public transit and is still on her first smartphone. Her opinion is that you should try everything twice; if you don't like it, you were probably doing it wrong the first time around.

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