Strange bird.

To the consternation of many a Star Wars bro, I watched the sequels first. They were not my first-ever exposure to Star Wars—Lego Star Wars: The Complete Saga, the Boba Fett young reader novels, random episodes of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and the duel on Mustafar in Revenge of the Sith took that prize—but apart from dressing as Padmé for Halloween one year, I was indifferent to the series as a kid.

My best friend, however, is, was, and always has been a Star Wars Enjoyer, as was the case for several of my closest friends circa 2015. So, despite never having watched a Star Wars film, I joined a gaggle of friends to see The Force Awakens in theaters and loved it. I was obsessed with Kylo Ren for a few months—I’m talking posting-angsty-illustrations-to-my-art-Instagram obsessed—then forgot about Star Wars entirely until The Last Jedi came out, at which point I went with the same friends to the same theater to do it all again. (I can’t remember too much about my initial reaction to The Last Jedi apart from thinking the backlash was…stupid? One of my friends hated it, but I mostly stayed out of that.) I saw Rogue One with my family, which was weird because absolutely none of them cared about Star Wars at the time, and waited for The Rise of Skywalker with bated breath.

And, well. We all know how that went.

Between The Rise of Skywalker and my recent visit(s) to Galaxy’s Edge, I didn’t think about Star Wars much. And then I went to WDW in 2025, came home, and woke up one morning absolutely deranged about General Hux. I have tried tracing the origins of said derangement, but no record of it exists. I mentioned him once in passing while walking through the shops at Batuu, and then some dark spirit apparently possessed me, and now here we are. I’ve since watched all of the original and prequel films (in a IV, V, I, II, III, VI sequence) with @readyforsincerity and consumed a frankly disturbing amount of Star Wars ancillary media.