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
*Spoilers*
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
- Woodstock
- Homeownership
- 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.
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