I’ve never seen a Star Wars movie. Don’t feel the need to pile it on, I’ve already lost friends over it. But I’ve gotten to the point in my life where it’s too late to care. It’s too late to be walking around using tired “Luke, I am your father jokes” after I finally understand why the fuck he was a deadbeat for so long. So I’ve conceded to passing up this significant, seemingly life-changing nugget of pop culture and hope that I don’t ever ride in the Cash Cab or something.
There are some perks to having no clue what all the fuss is about. Having very little context for anything Star Wars related makes the antics of Star Wars nerds all the more entertaining because to me they are just crying about a robotic trash can. And to see this chick have a mental breakdown on anesthesia because some guy killed his relative in outer space makes me glad to be on the fringe looking in.
[h/t Unilad]