Y'all! My first anonymous submission. I'm totally not the only nerdy goddess out there with strong opinions on sex, virginity, and everything else.
SteampunkTink is a Scholar and a Lady living in the heart of it all. Nerd among men, she spends her time obsessing over Doctor Who, Marvel’s The Avengers, Star Wars (woman after my own heart!), Stargate, Star Trek, and pretty much all things Sci-Fi. Before blogging, she attended a rather large University, where she learned that not all archeology professors look like Dr. Indiana Jones (say it ain’t so!), and not all business teachers act like Gordon Gekko. Ms. SteampunkTink spends her free time crafting, knitting, quilting and practicing the domestic arts. She proudly sports the Gryffindor scarlett and gold.
Pop the cherry –
Yes, I typed it. Pop the cherry. I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the number of “first times” that have used this silly phrase. Let me recount for you some of my popped cherries:
- I popped my theatre cherry when I saw a stage show live for the first time
- I popped my laser tag cherry when I shot someone with a laser for the first time
- I popped “the cherry”…no, seriously
- I popped my Doctor Who cherry when it popped up as a suggestion in my Netflix queue
- I popped my Star Wars cherry at the age of 4 when I watched Episode 4 for the first time, and I haven’t looked back
The point I’m trying to make here is that the first time we do something is a pretty big deal. Well, it’s a pretty big deal to everyone else. Or at least that is what we’re told.
Case in point--My first time watching Star Wars was very special. It has lightsabers and stuff. I was 4, so that was what I took away from the epic Sci-Fi masterpiece: lightsabers. My parents recount the looks of horror they received when telling friends of our cinematic experiences. “She’s too young,” said many. “She’ll have nightmares,” said others. I was too young at the time to understand things like
the death of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru. I saw what I could understand at the time.
However it wasn’t until I was older that I truly understood the quality of the characters and the depth of the story. I needed time, experience and maturity to process what I witnessed on the screen. I was 8 when I really understood what happened.
Our culture put so much emphasis on the “first time” of anything that we forget that every occurrence should be special, and every time we can learn something new. For example, I learned that in Episode 4, Luke points the lightsaber straight at his face. I mean, he looked into it like it was a flashlight. It took me 5 times watching that movie to catch that little quirk.
Silly as it may sound, there is something special about a first experience. Each new adventure brings knowledge and growth, but that first time is just the beginning. It doesn’t define who you are unless you let it.
Cherries I have yet to pop:
- Rocky Horror Picture Show - live
- Meeting George Lucas
I think I can live with that.
*Belle's spoiler note: Normally I would hide the text or something, so you could legitimately avoid the spoilers, but honestly, if you haven't seen Star Wars yet, you're a failure at life.