Are there openings for warrior princesses in this recession?
Or was it Xena?
I’ve recently rediscovered my love for the leather-clad warrior princess in all her shrieking, flipping, chakram-throwing, and history-manipulating wonder. And…I’ve spent the greater part of today trying to plow right on through season 3, which other die-hard Xena fans (who doesn’t love saucy gods, pseudo-lesbian relationships, and cheesy jokes?!) have deemed the best out of the 6.
Anyway, I cringe myself as I write this, but I was inspired to write this post after watching “One Against an Army” where Xena’s companion Gabrielle almost dies from being shot with a poison-tipped arrow and Xena lovingly tells her that even in death they’ll be together.
I guess there are some relationships that make you want to believe in the possibility of eternity, a continuation.
Although I have long outgrown my Sunday Bible School days at the local Korean Presbyterian church (read: ethnic enclave) that my parents dragged me to every week, I’m beginning to soften up to the idea of an afterlife.
A lifetime of Tony is just not enough.
