Carrie Fisher amerikai
1956. október 21. (Beverly Hills, Kalifornia, Amerikai Egyesült Államok) – 2016. december 27. (Los Angeles, Kalifornia, Amerikai Egyesült Államok)
|Teljes név||Carrie Frances Fisher|
I used to have this fantasy that in some distant Star Wars sequel, we’d finally stop all the shooting and screaming at each other and would go to a shopping-and-beauty planet, where the stormtroopers would have to get facials, and Chewbacca would have to get pedicures and bikini and eyebrow waxes. I felt at some point that I should get—okay, fine, maybe not equal time—but just a few scenes where we all did a lot of girly things. Imagine the shopping we might have done on Tatooine! Or a little Death Star souvenir shop where you could get T-shirts that said “My parents got the force and jumped to light speed and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!” or “My boyfriend blew Jabba the Hutt and all I got” . . . etc., etc. You get the gist of my drift.
Everyone else got to wear their regular outfits from the first movie. I had to wear my outfit that Jabba picked out for me. Jabba the Hutt – the fashionista. Jabba the Hutt – the Coco Chanel of intergalactic style. Trendsetter, fashion maven, leader of women's looks in his world, on his planet and the next.
I always wrote. I wrote from when I was 12. That was therapeutic for me in those days. I wrote things to get them out of feeling them, and onto paper. So writing in a way saved me, kept me company. I did the traditional thing with falling in love with words, reading books and underlining lines I liked and words I didn't know.
Actually, he told me later that I had turned him gay . . . by taking codeine again. And I said, “You know, I never read that warning on the label.” I thought it said heavy machinery, not homosexuality—turns out I could have been driving those tractors all along!
Dinah Kaufman lost her virginity a total of three times. Not because it was so large that it took three times to knock it out, but because she thought losing your virginity was supposed to mean something and it took her three strikes to feel that she was even remotely in the meaning ball game. It seemed that all her trouble showed up in sex, that alleged road to love. In almost every other situation you could hardly tell that there was anything wrong with her; she just seemed to have too much personality for one person and not quite enough for two. But in romance – BOOM – you'd know right away.