It all starts with this picture.
Holly despairs that a girl feels a need to make Vader Pink to be comfortable being him. I say that I think it's empowering, since all the girl characters aren't that great in Star Wars that she made Vader her own. Then this conversation happened:
Holly: True, the female characters are sex slaves and a girl who loves a cocky guy who doesn't say he loves her back, even in the face of being frozen in carbonite.
Me: I know! If I were Leia and he pulled that whole "I love you"/ "I know" thing on me, I'd have yelled down at him: "You know what? Nevermind, buddy." And Lando Calrissian would be all like, "Dude, that's cold," while he was being frozen in the carbonite. Then Darth Vader, Boba Fett, and the Stormtroopers would all be snickering in their helmets. It would have been glorious.
Holly: It would have been! I mean, I sort of get the guy machismo, you're surrounded by enemies and you don't want to be a sniveling baby.
Me: Yeah, but he's been the one initiating things the whole time and then the minute she sort of breaks down he's all like, "Sucka! I was just trying to have sex with you the whole time."
You know what a woman loves? Being embarrassed in front of a room full of her enemies. Screw you, Han Solo/Harrison Ford (because I know it was your ad lib).
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