Should popular culture matter to adults over 40? At some point, we have to close the door. Eventually, there has to be a disconnect with the things that flood and subsequently drain our lives of meaning and magic, right? There are things that, in the scope of time, become irrelevant, unimportant or just plain boring. Friends and co-workers who are self-professed Star Wars nerds remind me that if I abandon the canon, which I truly will do at the end of December, make clear that my knowledge chasm on all things Star Wars will hinder our relationship and thus the quality of my total existence from here on out. I will be there to watch The Rise of Skywalker, but this Star Wars will be my last. I’m confident that I will be infinitely better off not caring about such things forever.
“I offer you this fact: in 2017, over fifty thousand people spent one hundred dollars on lightsabers that can’t even kill someone…”
No Mandalorian, no Disney+, no T-shirts or other assorted films, games, shows or other peripheral content that, while operating as clickbait, is supposed to in theory hold fast my deeper connection that I have to the material and so the thinking goes, to my subconscious desire to stay eternally entertained by the magic of my childhood. Nope. Episode IX is truly the end. It was always the end. And we can do better. Star Wars is not the only thing in the world. It’s not even the best thing. It was a launchpad.