Sometimes, after dinner, I go back to work. And if you think about it — I mean REALLY think about it — this isn’t all that surprising considering how many years I spent doing this very thing when my primary “job” was getting a degree.
The last paper I wrote to earn my master’s degree was due at 11:59 pm Eastern on a Tuesday. It had a 15-page minimum requirement. I wrote the entire thing in about four hours and submitted it two minutes after the deadline. But I passed.
Not only did no one question this — degrees get…
Fandom isn’t a new concept. People have gone to the edges of the galaxy to show their passion and support for the people, shows, movies, and games they love for decades.
Whether it’s standing in seemingly endless lines for movie tickets (movie theaters! Remember those?), dipping dangerously into your savings to snag a first edition of that one book you’ve already read 17 times (stop looking at me like that), or hoping your favorite actor will spell your name right when you finally get that personalized autograph you’ve always wanted, fans are called fanatics for a reason.
We’re passionate. Sometimes…
When I was 16, I started my first blog. It was 2009; I was by no means ahead of any sort of trend. Having latched firmly onto the label of “aspiring writer,” I watched authors I admired keeping up their own blog sites and figured hey. I can do that. Or I can try.
I wonder if I would have gone ahead and created my website right then and there if I’d known what becoming a content creator at such an inexperienced stage of life would do to me.
To say I am and have always been an over-doer would…
The Star Wars fandom was broken. At least, that’s the way I saw it then. It was dysfunctional. Harmful. Dangerous for some of us, sometimes. And it didn’t have to be that way.
That’s what I kept telling myself, over and over. That was the mantra that kept driving me forward.
The fandom is broken, and you can do something about it.
I thought I was going to change the world. Or, at the very least, the very small corner of it in which I spent so much of my energy and time.
And that’s where the beginning of my…
I was floating.
No, literally. I was on top of a raft in the middle of my parents’ pool, slowly spinning, even more slowly traveling in a single direction, though I couldn’t have told you which way.
It was hot. I should have felt the sun on my face, should have felt the unsteady water beneath me.
And it was quiet. I should have heard the wind touching the trees in the distance, should have recognized my own heartbeat in my ears as I tilted back my head.
But I felt nothing. Heard nothing.
I lay on a raft on…
We block to protect ourselves and our allies. But does this ignore one of fandom’s most troubling realities?
“Report. Block. Go private. Stay safe.”
Concerning the unwritten rules for surviving online harassment as a Star Wars fan — whether you’re the one being targeted or not — these are the most well-known. And possibly the most important.
It’s one thing to have someone spam your Twitter mentions telling you all the reasons they didn’t like The Rise of Skywalker. There is no harm in disagreeing, or in expressing an opinion that differs from the person you’re replying to.
To many, Krystina Arielle is not a familiar name (yet). This will soon change, thanks to the launch of the Star Wars: The High Republic Show on YouTube later this month.
Lucasfilm announced the project during the official launch of The High Republic publishing initiative, which featured Arielle introducing herself and the show to the fandom.
The show will give Star Wars fans a behind-the-scenes look at what went into making this initiative come together. It’s a spotlight on the creators behind the magic — which makes Arielle the perfect host, being a creator herself.
The actress is also…
In which I spend 800–1500 words complaining about how much I hate men and wish they’d all get out of my Star Wars.
I’m kidding, of course. Fs in the chat to those who don’t read past the first line. I look forward to your embarrassing (for you) Twitter DMs.
The truth? Star Wars wouldn’t exist without men. Or women. Just because a woman pushes back against an infuriating long-standing gender disparity doesn’t mean she hates those who share a gender with many who happen to be responsible for it.
To say that women have to fight harder to win…
It’s a carefully crafted process created to revolutionize the experience.
Your thumb hovers just far enough above the screen of your phone to extend the silence screaming in your headphones.
One light tap on the play button and you will be transported to another time and place, another universe, perhaps, where the only narrative that matters is the one Taylor Swift sings to you. Just you. Just for one hour, nothing more.
And yet you hesitate. Contemplate. Second-guess this simple action, the easiest thing you’ll do all day.
Perhaps you’ve been here before, stretching out the moment before you hear…
Like many of you, I spent Tuesday listening to and retweeting black voices, and those supporting black voices. Sharing their work. Buying their books. Realizing, with every passing moment, how much I still didn’t know. How many times I’d already failed as an ally.
The only way for all of us to do better is if I start doing better. Change starts with the individual. Right?
This may not be my fight. But how can there be a fight if the voices of the fighters aren’t being heard?
Other than a quick and kind reminder to my audience to please…
Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Project Stardust, celebrating underrepresented voices in the Star Wars fandom. Writer, photographer, podcaster. She/her.