Brutally assault my childhood some more, why don’t you?
So, the other day, my father asked me: “Have you seen the ad for the new Star Wars movie?”
“New Star Wars movie?” I cried. “New Star Wars movie? That’s just the prequels. In 3-D.”
"The prequels, Dad! We don't speak of the prequels! Remember the rule?"
“Oh,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said.
“You said that with so much derision,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said.
(Note: Portions of this exchange are probably fictional, especially the part where my dad actually said something like “derision.”)
A thing I finally realized about George Lucas is that, deep down, he hates me and my childhood.
