The great GB (a.k.a Galactic Babe) was (unwittingly, of course) responsible for getting my Big Guy into a world of trouble last night. For those of you that missed it, GB recently posed a question that many of us ask when we watch the Battle of Geonosis: If the tables were turned and Padme watched Anakin fall out of that plane, would she divert their mission and go back for him?

As you can imagine (and should check out yourself, if you haven't already), GB received some interesting responses. I was working on my own when hubby looked over my shoulder and said, "At it again, huh?"

Now, at this point, I should mention two things:

(1) While he is a fan in general, hubby is not - er - one of us (we must come up with a term that gently yet firmly distinguishes the rest of the world from our elite ranks, sort of like the gentiles of the SW universe; I'm open to suggestions)

(2) While said hubby is generally very supportive of my obsession (it makes his Yankees/Jets obsessions look, well, normal by comparisson), he occassionally becomes somewhat jealous - of the time I spend on the computer, the sighs that I let slip when I see Anakin on the balcony at Naboo, the many Vaders all around our house . . . you get the idea.

Back to hubby . . . I explained the moral dilemma posed by GB, and he got the 'here we go again' look. And for the millionth time, I tried to explain why I/we often feel motivated to explore these quandries: we see oursleves in these characters, and we see these characters in ourselves.

To which I get rolling of eyes.

Now I feel compelled to prove my point, so out on a perilous limb I go: "So let me ask you, honey, if that were me, wouldn't you go back to get me?" To which he replies: "That's a no-brainer - you're a lot more delicate than I am, and if I'm supposed to be a Jedi, it's my job to protect you too, isn't it?"

Hmm . . . I have to rate this one an 8.5. Not very well researched as the GFFA goes, but hey - what woman wants to hear, "Yeah babe, in real life I'd leave you spread-eagled with a mouth full of sand!"

Now, for round 2: "So what about the visions? Would you have signed on with the dark side if you knew it could save me from certain death?"

Uh-oh.

You see, in our home, this question is the equivalent of, "Honey, does this (dress, top, pair of jeans, whatever) make me look fat:?" There really is no right answer. After all, we all know how weepy I get when Padme sobs, "Anakin, you're breaking my heart!" No matter how many times I watch this scene, I feel like she - and we - lose Anakin all over again.

But, I'm saying . . . do I want my man to tell me he'd do anything for me? Even be a lackey for an old wrinkly guy for a couple of decades?

YOU BET I DO!!!

Like GB, I won't tell you his answer to this one; I want to get your feedback first. I'm also not gonna apologize to all of the mortified ladies out there who undoubtedly feel that I just set the feminist movement back by a century. Ditto to all of the guys who are saying - and not for the first time - "See, you all just don't know what you want, that's why we can never make you happy!" Well, darn it all, maybe they're right. 'Cause as much as I love to feel that I'm an independent woman who can fend for herself, as much as I love to hate the Sith, and as much as I really don't want to wake up to Sithbreath every morning, heck yeah I want to feel like there's nothing the Big Guy wouldn't do for me. Including being willing to don the Black Suit.

Ah, truly paradoxical, the mind of a woman . . . that's why you all love trying to figure us out!!

Now, although I wouldn't be down for a lifetime of "Married with SIthspawn", I wouldn't mind getting him in the suit for a night or two . . . provided he'd promise not to choke me . . .

but that's a blog for another day

ps - happy, healthy vibes to GB & fam. Peace, blessings, & May the Force Be With You!