Princess Leia, Hooters Girl?
The privates #1 and 3, the Colonel and I watched the 3rd Star Wars this weekend. Return of the Jedi. Don’t tell me it’s actually the 6th. I’m eternally ill about the first 3 episodes from my childhood being relegated to the last 3, just because George Lucas wanted to run the thing out of sequence. And just who is my son to tell me every time no mo-o-o-m, that’s not the 3rd one…
Anyway, the scene comes up where Leia is in the gold bikini. Chained to Jaba the Hut. We talk a good bit about modesty and appropriate clothing around here, and no belly buttons hang out from under skimpy shirts, so the elder Pvt.’s interest was a bit peaked at the amount of celestial skin being bared by the lovely Leia. Wow. Mom. Um, that’s really not a lot of clothes, is it? Nope, it sure isn’t, but remember, Jaba’s making her wear that, because she’s his captive right now. In her right mind, Leia most assuredly would never don such a get-up. Upon rescue, her pride will be returned to her, and she’ll dress normally again (white toga + braided side head buns = normal?). The Pvt. stood mesmerized a few moments longer before affirming Jaba wanted her to wear that? Yep, he did. And our 10 year old replied, I guess he’s sort of like an outer space Hooters-going kind of dude, huh. Well sir, I guess he is.
