I admit: When it comes to Star Wars, I am way too emotionally involved. I was born the year after Episode IV: A New Hope (1977) was released and thanks to the technology of Beta and VHS (we were a VHS family), the original trilogy provided a major backdrop to my childhood. I attribute the development of my personality, in part, to my idolization of Princess Leia. When we played in our basement, I didn't picture myself as a princess in a tower waiting to be rescued but as a fearless trash-talker wading around in garbage, about to be crushed between two walls, yelling: "Don't just stand there! Brace it with something!" One of my favorite childhood photos is of me and my brothers dressed up as Luke, Leia, and Darth Vader for Halloween. My first major disappointment in life was when I asked for the Ewok Village toy for Christmas three years in a row and never got it.