I don’t normally write about the deaths of important people here at Film Grimoire (with one other exception). But Carrie Fisher, who passed away today at the age of 60, was an exceptional woman.
As a young girl growing up in the early 90s, at the time it felt like I had heaps of great female role models in pop culture to admire. But I was a big Star Wars fan, and of course, I gravitated towards Princess Leia, who felt like the only female in the Star Wars universe at that time.
In her fictional life as Princess (later General) Leia Organa in the Star Wars universe, she stood as a symbol of female power and resistance against fascism. Princess Leia always knew what she was fighting for, and never strayed from that mission. As a young girl, this is the woman I looked up to.
But as a proper grown-up woman today, I look up to Carrie Fisher. In her life outside of the screen, Carrie Fisher wasn’t just an acting legend – she was a prolific writer, script doctor, advocate, and a loud, honest voice to shed light upon issues that people would rather ignore because they were just a bit uncomfortable. Carrie Fisher delivered the message that no matter what you were struggling with, it was important to know yourself – instead of pretending to please others, or to fit in and seem ‘normal’. She was open and honest about her history with drug addiction, mental illness, and struggles with body image. She normalised these experiences in the public eye, and served as a passionate advocate for herself and for others. The world has lost a really important person today.
She drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra. What a way to go. Vale, Carrie Fisher.