“She was very beautiful. Kind, but…sad.”

It has taken me several years to get to this point…but I have finally seen the light.

Padme Amidala, late secret wife of Anakin Skywalker, mother of glorious twins Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia Organa, was a strong, badass, amazing woman who honestly doesn’t get enough credit.

Why did it take me several years to finally realize how cool she was, you ask? Well, you see, awkward-middle-school-Rita was madly in love with Hayden Christiansen (what can I say; I like the Skywalker men).  Back then, while us Star Wars fans were waiting for what we thought was going to be the last major Star Wars movie we were ever going to get, I was planning my marriage to the real-life Anakin Sykwalker. And Natalie Portman not only played Hayden’s love in the movies, but they were also dating in real life at the time. So, she was in my way.

Fast forward about a decade later, having watched the prequels over and over AND the animated series Clone Wars (the one that didn’t look exactly like Samurai Jack), I realized that Padme is actually kinda awesome. You can see where Princess Leia gets it from; they are the both damsels in distress that get themselves out of said distress. They are both opinionated and strong-willed and they would probably intimidate the crap out of you in person, but yet they are both just so darling and compassionate that you would probably instantly fall in love.

Also, there’s this moment from Attack of the Clones, where Padme was ahead of the boys pretty much the second they were all chained up:

Padme, like a boss!!!:

Amid my new-found appreciation for the former Queen of Naboo, I found myself angry. Okay, if you read my previous post, you know I love Luke Skywalker. His blue eyes and blue lightsaber still get me every time. But I wished he cared more about his mother. Sure, he asks Leia in Return of the Jedi about her, but that conversation is brief, nor was he concerned about who his mother was before he found out the truth about his family, when he simply thought his father was a pilot. I know, it’s not my sweet Luke’s fault. Uncle Owen and aunt Beru didn’t seem to tell him anything about her either. Sure, they met her only briefly and perhaps they didn’t assume that woman they met that one time was the mother of the sweet baby boy they ended up taking care of. But come on, they should have; I don’t think anyone would bring someone they didn’t really care about when they sense their mother is danger and they must go home. I’m going to mostly blame Owen on this one. Or, really, I should just entirely blame George Lucas. Sure, he didn’t necessarily have the prequels perfectly planned while making the original trilogy, but everyone has a mother. He chose to have the parental focus entirely on Darth Vader, and it just makes me so mad now. I also feel really sad thinking that Luke and Leia know diddly squat about their awesome mother. Actually, I kinda think maybe Leia knew a little bit; after all, Bail Organa was good friends with Padme, it would be kinda wrong if he didn’t tell Leia anything about the woman she truly came from. Alas, we don’t know that for sure and it makes me sad.

Point is, I really want the Skywalker family portrait, guys. I know, it would be a totally different story if Anakin didn’t turn to the Dark Side and Padme hadn’t died just after giving birth to the coolest twins ever, but it’s fun to fantasize about the beautiful, strong, unstoppable family of the Force that would have been.

Recently I started to collect those awesome little Funko Pop! Vinyl figures, and limited myself to Star Wars ones for now in an effort to control my spending…considering they have a billion Disney ones and even Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles characters, I would most definitely be broke by now if I hadn’t set a theme. I promise, this is still quite relevant to Padme. The first one I bought was Princess Leia in her classic white gown. She was so freaking adorable, I couldn’t stop gushing at her. (I know, I’m a bit of a big dork). I also acquired Luke in his all black Return of the Jedi outfit, and decided I needed Padme. I needed Padme to be with her children for once, DAMNIT! The only figure they had of her was in her iconic Queen Amidala form, and of course they were discontinued when I decided I wanted one so I had to go to eBay. But I found her, and Padme can finally be with her awesome children.

Apparently I can’t upload videos on here but please, picture their cute little heads bobbing, as they are bobble-heads. Also, even more importantly, I urge you to listen to “Mother and Child Reunion” by Paul Simon in your head. Or if you don’t know, here it is:

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“I am a Jedi, like my father before me,”

Just kidding; my dad doesn’t even give a crap about Star Wars.


Guys. Oh my God. Oh. My. FREAKING. GOODNESS. Guys, Star Wars The Force Awakens is only TWO SLEEPS AWAY!!! At least for me, my tickets are for Thursday night. And yes, I stole that from The Muppet Christmas Carol, because this year I’m more excited about the new Star Wars than Christmas, or anything else for that matter. I’m having a beautiful flashback to when I was little and my aunt Adelaida was describing the cover of the original Star Wars VHS tape, which was all black with Vader’s shiny helmet, before it was dubbed A New Hope, over the phone to me. I had no idea what it was but I was incredibly excited for it because of the enthusiasm in my aunt’s voice, and thankfully I was not disappointed. I was in love. I thought Mark Hamill was just the cutest young man ever, that Luke Skywalker was both adorable and badass. I had an ornament of him but my parents haven’t been using our eclectic collection of family ornaments the last few years so I haven’t seen him in a while. However, I’m somewhat making up for it; this year, my parents let me decorate our new mini Christmas tree in all Star Wars ornaments!! Just for this year. But still, I’m so happy about it, looking at it just makes me beam. I would have gotten Luke out for it but he is trapped in storage…but in my heart he is there.



The round ones I don’t have close-ups of here are from a Force Awakens themed set. Perhaps I’ll post more close-ups in the days to come…

“Focusing on nowhere, investigating miles,”


If you don’t already know me, you’re probably wondering who I am, naturally. Perhaps you’re also wondering why I’ve bothered starting a blog. Well, I don’t have a solid answer for that other than I love writing and this will be my way of forcing myself to write consistently. Also, I’m fairly certain that I’m suffering from a somewhat mild existential crisis. The only thing I’m certain of is that I am obsessed with pop culture; music, books, movies- I am passionately attached to entertainment. Are my obsessions at a healthy level? Who’s to say? All I know is that I am not the only one. Debbie Harry, the lead singer of legendary rock band Blondie, once said “I’m a culture vulture, and I just want to experience it all,”. My lifelong idol has seemingly validated, at least to me, that my many loves in life are perfectly alright. My favorite songs, my favorite musicians, my favorite stories- they are all in my soul, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Part of me wishes I could be more useful to society and offer philosophical life advice or something equally helpful, but I’ve recently accepted that I’m nowhere near figuring my life out. Yes, I intend to form some sort of game plan, but until then I’m content letting my favorite music and movies bring me any joy they can in between reflecting upon my failures. Listening to a perfect mix of Beatles, Rolling Stones, the Who, Duran Duran, and my other favorites in the morning as I get ready for work make the day just slightly less miserable. Then again, it doesn’t always help; this morning as I was parking my darling Ruby Tuesday in the dreaded parking lot of the blue and yellow Hell I work in, “Godzilla” by Blue Oyster Cult JUST started as I finished parking, and I was so pissed and sad. I very seldom hear that song on the radio, and even though it’s not even one of my favorite songs of all time, the intro just simply excited me and made leaving my car and the radio for a long day of working even more miserable than that task already was.

Alas, I am not here to complain. I am here simply to share my passions with all of you, whether we agree on everything or not!

OH! Before I forget, in case you don’t happen to also be madly in love with the Beatles and the Who, please know that my domain name is a reference to songs by both of those bands. More importantly, my name actually is Rita, but I am not vain; I am simply capitalizing on the fact that my name is in a song title by my second favorite band ever! Want to know who’s number one? Well, you just might have to stick around.