Growing up, Star Wars was my thing. Had the action figures and basically played pretend for years. Cut the head off of a blue mop handle and a green broom one. Got in trouble and SWORE never to do it again. Then endured the grounding that followed when Mom brought home red handled replacements.
Broken fingers. Bloody knuckles. Lumps to the head. Lightsaber duels were my first secret fight club.
Even made up my own character because Leia wasn’t badass enough – plus there was that slave girl thing. Ugh.
Saw Rogue One and LOVED it. Loved the story. Loved the homage to the 70s. Loved the set dressing. Loved the settings. Loved the characters. Loved that it was dark. But even with all the love, there was just something missing.
Group of evil scientists – all dudes.
Crowds – no chicks
Military /Rebel Base – Mon Mothma
Wait … no. That’s…
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