Tag Archive: Indiana Jones


Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Raiders of the Lost Ark is usually everyone’s first round pick when it comes to Indy movies, but my heart has always belonged to Crusade.  It has all the adventure, history, and tomb raiding of the first two films, with the added humor of Indy’s antagonistic relationship with father Henry, played with perfect condescension by the always enjoyable Sean Connery.  Most importantly, it also features my favorite Indy love interest: Dr. Elsa Schneider, a sexy Arian ice queen who cries at the sight of burning books but nonetheless aligns herself with the Nazis in the interest of tracking down the Holy Grail.  To young me, Elsa was the epitome of stylish, intelligent, and resourceful women.  (Question for future psychoanalysts: what does it say about me that the beloved films of my childhood all seem to feature Nazis?)  Throw in the Knights Templar, River Phoenix as the best young Indy (sorry Sean Patrick Flannery), and Venetian boast chases, and you have the perfect adventure film.  I’ve watched this movie countless times since it came out in 1989, and it’s mentally impossible for me to ever get sick of it.  No desert island would be complete without it.  

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A Little Princess

The other day, a little girl who was visiting our store with her mother climbed up on a chair beside me to tell me about her morning. Despite the fact that she and I were having a perfectly nice conversation about the rain (we apparently ingrain these weather-related conversations into children early on in Minnesota), several middle aged women felt the need to interrupt our chat to tell the girl what a pretty little princess she was. Something about this need to refer to little girls as princesses always raises my hackles. If I’d been talking to a boy, I doubt anyone would have felt compelled to tell him what a handsome little prince he was. People just don’t talk to boys that way. If anything, they would have told him he was strong and smart, adjectives that are sorely underused for girls.

Sometimes I feel as if I’m waging a one-woman feminist revolt against the very women who allegedly secured my freedom with their swingin’ 60s sexual revolution. I can’t tell you how many times a certain older woman has commented on my apparently inevitable future marriage, despite my protestations that I don’t really have any desire to get married. I’m not opposed to marriage in general, but it’s not something I’ve ever imaged as integral to my future, so it’s depressing to me that so many older women assume it’s a given. I can’t be the only woman my age who hasn’t been drawing up plans for a wedding since kindergarten.

Recently, our friend Patchy began looking for her first house. When I mentioned this to my employer, her response was something like, “By herself? But who’ll mow the lawn and shovel the driveway?” Well, last time I checked, Patchy was still in possession of all her limbs and they were in working order. Do ovaries prevent a person from operating a lawn mover? I never knew! It’s one thing to say it’d be nice to have a partner to help you out with the big things in life and to be there for all the joys and frustrations, but it’s another thing entirely to imply you need a partner, particularly a male partner, to take care of the handy work. How then do lesbians buy houses together if neither one of them can operate a snow blower?!

Partly, my ire stems from a desire to see girls claim more for themselves. If you insist on being a member of the royal family, why settle for life as a mere princess? Why not at least become a queen so you can wield some power? When people refer to girls as princesses, they’re implying daintiness, helplessness, and physical beauty; is that really the best a girl can aspire to? When I was little, I didn’t want to be a princess, I wanted to be the quick-witted, adventurous Vesper Holly (basically the female Indiana Jones) in Lloyd Alexander’s novels. None of that sappy “someday my prince will come” nonsense for me! I recommend parents read their tots The Paper Bag Princess about a girl who rescues herself—and the prince.

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