Fuck ’Em

For no reason in particular, fuck the GOP. Fuck everyone in the Trump administration who promotes his endless racism, stupidity and corruption. Fuck those 52 Republican senators who abdicated their duty to protect the Constitution and perform necessary checks on the Executive Branch’s powers. (Mitt Romney can stay, but is it really heroic to not actively contribute to the destruction of our democracy and actually do your damn job?) Fuck the MAGA crowd whose only joy is causing pain. And fuck this infernal election year which is only 37 days old but already feels like 37 years. Or, if all this is tl:dr, please allow these lovely Betty White and others to express my sentiments exactly. I guess a picture really is worth a thousand fuck yous.

Lena Headey

Cersei flipping her own High Sparrow.

Ellen Page

Tiny Canadian FU.

Gillian Anderson

The fuck you is out there.

Regina Hall & Tracee Ellis Ross

BFFFUS

Katherine Barrell

Office Haught says you have the right to fuck off.

Kristen Stewart

K-Stew actually looks happiest when she’s flipping someone off.

Lucy Liu

Fucking off is elementary, dear Watson.

Diane Warren & Helen Mirren

That’s Dame Fuck Off to you.

Carrie Fisher

Nothing but respect for my Princess/General.

Good Fucking Morning

Welcome, new week. Here is a reminder to please not fuck with us. Or, as you can see, we will fuck with you right back. Happy fucking Monday, kittens.

Once and Future Queen

I keep having to remind myself that she is gone. But then things like this gorgeous Vanity Fair bring me back to the harsh reality. It seems so cosmically cruel, really. Her loss continues to send mournful echoes across the galaxies. I have been lucky enough in my career to have been able to interview many of the women who were my childhood heroines. Megan Shirley/Anne of Green Gables. Linda Carter/Wonder Woman. But Carrie Fisher/Princess Leia, alas, she will forever be among the stars. Close enough to see burn brightly until the end of time, but never close enough to reach out and touch. I held off watching this video tribute to her for more than a month. Until just last night, honestly. Maybe I was hoping if I waited I could still have just a little longer with her. If you haven’t watched “Bright Lights,” the documentary about Carrie and her mother Debbie Reynolds, for the same reason I implore you to stop waiting. As melancholy as it is, and it’s a loss beyond words, the vitality of their lives should make us all feel a little better about the universe. We all start as stardust, after all. The lucky ones, they get to live among the stars shining benevolently down at us forever.

My Weekend Watching

This is very sad, obviously. But also, in a strange way, very joyful. These two people who loved each other so deeply and knew each other do intently were ultimately, there for each other until the very end. I still cannot believe we live in a world without both Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. But at least they will always have each other.

Too Late To Say Goodnight

I keep meaning to leave you lovely Vacation Vixens to enjoy, but then real life keeps interrupting my holiday and rudely demanding I write about it. Yesterday’s news of Debbie Reynolds’ passing was almost too much to bear. A mother passing one day after her daughter. It’s the cruelty of this year I can’t get over. It just keeps finding new and more terrible ways to break our hearts. While the travails of their sometimes fraught relationship were all-too familiar (though, if you have to make a movie about it, definitely get Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine to play you), you never doubted the affection there. It was real and it was encompassing. May we take comfort in the fact that both Debbie and Carrie’s legacies live on, as does their love. Goodnight, Ms. Reynolds. Thanks for the endless good mornings.

p.s. Let it not be forgotten that Debbie Reynolds was headlining AIDS benefits in the early 80s, years before our president at the time would even utter the word. And she could sing. And she could dance. And damn it the lady couldn’t act up a storm.

Our Rebel Heroine

This fucking year. This infernal fucking year. This year has taken our heroes away one by one. And while all deaths are sad, some cut deeper and mean more. Quite simply, some just hurt. It hurts to lose Carrie Fisher. Terribly.

We all knew her as the galaxy’s rebel princess. And then its fearless general. But she was always so much more. A wonderful writer. A tireless activist. A tremendous wit. An entirely human human. She was honest, so very honest, about everything – especially her flaws. But honesty is not the same as apology. Because she never apologized for being herself. Not for living with mental illness. Not for daring to gain weight while famous. Not for the audacity of aging while a woman. She wasn’t here for any of our bullshit, but she also understood it all too well. Yet she retained her joyful heart and her endless good humor through it all.

As one of my earliest and greatest heroines, she will always be the one who – quite literally – strangled the enormous slug of patriarchy with its own oppressive chains. She may not be our only hope, but she was perhaps our most indelible hope. If I take anything away from this odious year it will be the reminder to be the Leia you want to see in the world. Thank you, Carrie. You were a true hero for this galaxy, and all others whether near or far, far away.

Song Wars

Well, this is just delightful and I don’t know how I haven’t seen it until now. It’s the perfect little video to brighten your Wednesday. Makes me want to go see the movie again, actually.

p.s. There are still zero Rey dolls that I can find on store shelves. They appear to be all sold out. So, I don’t know, maybe make some more? GET ON THAT, toymakers.

My Weekend Crush

“Scream Queens” was ridiculous, naturally. Though, as a Ryan Murphy production, it was practically perfect because it didn’t have to make sense, follow a cohesive narrative or adhere to the rules of continuity, gravity or physics. But the one revelation was Billie Lourd. The 23-year-old daughter of Carrie Fisher and granddaughter of Debbie Reynolds is third-generation Hollywood royalty.

What I enjoyed about her Chanel #3 was her dry delivery and obvious lesbian tendencies. But, I will admit, the nostalgia and clear homage to her mom – and Princess Leia – with those earmuffs would have endeared me to her, no matter what. And knowing that she’ll be in the new “Star Wars” movie too, with those hair buns once again, fills the “Star Wars” nerd in me with a certain sentimental joy.

Also, I believe this will be the first time I’ve Weekend Crushed both a mother and her daughter. So there’s that. Happy weekend, all.

Naked Lady Monday: Galaxy Far, Far Away

I don’t know about you, but I could use an extra day of rest. I’m recovering from a celebratory weekend. It was filled with great friends and much merriment. So today how about we all just lounge in the sun like Carrie Fisher and her stuntdouble on the set of “Star Wars: Return of the Jedi.” Sure, we all make fun of the gold bikini. But, damn, if it didn’t greatly improve the view.

My Weekend Crush

Growing up Princess Leia was, of course, my heroine. And by heroine, I mean lady hero. I didn’t want to inject her and listen to jazz. So Carrie Fisher was, of course, also one of my heroines. The thing about Princess Leia is that even though we first met her she seemed to be the classic damsel in distress, she was always so much more. She was a leader and a fighter who never once stopped herself from speaking her mind. And all of that came from the inherent spunk and sass of Carrie. She gave as good as she got. As a little girl that was tremendously encouraging. Strength, determination, humor, smarts – these were the things I aspired to thanks to Carrie.

Yes, yes, there was the gold bikini. But, I say, if and when you’ve got it, flaunt the fuck out of it. Trust me, it made an indelible impression on my little mind, too. Over the years I’ve kept up casually with Carrie’s career. Sure, she never replicated her “Star Wars” success. But cut the woman some slack; that was and continues to be one of the biggest movie franchises of all time. So, pretty much no one has replicated that level of success – ever. She has gone on to be a bestselling author and now has a one-woman show about to open on Broadway. Through it all she has continued to give her unvarnished, unapologetic assessment of everything from her own life to the world at large.

Which brings me to her blog post this week. You see, someone somewhere on the vast and faceless internet posted something rude about how she looks now. And Carrie happened to read it and – being only human – it hurt her feeling. Then she thought about her audacity to have grown older, had a life, eaten food and – God forbid – gained weight in the almost 30 years that have passed since the gold bikini. And she decided to send a very simple message to her nameless, classless assailant: “BLOW MY BIG BOVINE tiny dancer COCK!” And that, right there, is why Carrie Fisher will always be my heroine. Happy weekend, all.