…except not really. More accurately right now in a blog right in front of your face, geek blogger NEW AGE AMAZON finds herself faced with a seemingly insurmountable challenge. She must finally face her fellow geeks and make a confession that could lead to her untimely demise. In spite of her fear, or perhaps because of it, she bravely prepares to share her dark, unthinkable secret.
I’ve never really cared for Star Wars.
I know, I KNOW, okay? That is like a cardinal sin of geekdom. It’s like a priest hitting the pulpit and saying “I don’t really know that I think Jesus is all THAT great.” It is the sort of statement that leads to people giving me this look:
Look, it’s true. I’m not into Star Wars. Never really have been. I don’t actively dislike it, in fact I’ve always wanted to be able to enjoy it more. But the fact is that no matter how many times I watch the movies or try to get into the world building or what-have-you, I just can’t. Basically, it’s not Star Wars, it’s me.
I can’t explain it, really. I wish I could point at one factor and say “that’s it! That’s why I don’t like it.” But I can’t. It’s more as if a million voices suddenly cried out “meh” and then were silenced.
The thing is, I like talking about Star Wars, or more appropriately, I generally like hearing fans talk about Star Wars. There’s a passion to fans of that series that constantly shocks me. It is the one situation where I enjoy the fandom while not actually being a fan of the work itself. I like that the movies are so often homaged/parodied, I love that a work of science fiction has become such a cornerstone of our culture.
It’s just Star Wars that leaves me cold.
Obviously, there is only one possible answer: the Force is not strong with me. And I’m okay with that. I’ll be the smuggler with the price on her head, you go save the universe with your mystical stuff and things and we’re all good.
Just remember: I shoot first.
Ashly is an IHO Geek staff blogger who will be awaiting her geek excommunication on her Twitter, @newageamazon.