Author: Molly Harris

Molly Harris is a riddle, inside an enigma, wrapped in feminine wiles, nestled in a soft, human skin suit with a blonde wig on top. She writes in Chicago and spends most of her time talking about science fiction and glitter and puns.

There are so many articles criticizing the new Star Wars films. So many. But they’re all written by a bunch of nerds with a Coruscant Jedi library of knowledge, capable of dissecting the movies frame-by-frame to pick out minuscule details that I, a very cool person, would have never even have thought to question. Some of the articles have merit. Some don’t. But none have mentioned the things I think are worthy of criticism, so here’s another one for the pile. Luke Skywalker can’t read. Luke Farmboy Skywalker, a simple young man with impeccable fashion sense living on Tatooine, was…

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