What follows is an actual conversation I had with my P-Mag (and childhood) best friend about Gina Torres.
K: I just said this, “UGH I JUST WANT GINA TORRES TO COME TUCK ME IN AND TELL ME STORIES BEFORE BEEEED.” Is that weird? I don’t care.
J: A little. But I want to lose to her at arm wrestling, and then have a pajama day…
K: THAT’S WHAT I MEAN.
J: … where we giggle and watch movies and play board games…
K: I WANT HER TO SNUGGLE ME AND WATCH FIREFLY AND BRAID MY HAIR.
J: ..and eat ice cream and come up with a hot mess of a snack that is delicious and do each other’s nails.
K: YEAH GINA TORRESSSSSSSS
J: And man, I want to have a sleep over with her. Can we write to her agent about that?
J: Do you think she’d be down? We don’t want anything weird about this.
K: Can we just say I love her a lot? [I did once cry and run down the street when I saw fellow Firefly/Serenity castmate, Morena Baccarin, which is a sad fact of my life.]
J: We both do, and we just want a strong lady role model, and we just wanna hang and not be creepy
or smell her hair only if she was like, “hey this shampoo is amazing — smell.” Consensual hair smelling.
K: I mean she wasn’t all woman warrior, which I think most people like to reduce her characters to.
J: I agree. I love her as a great role model and I watched Cleopatra 2525 for her. CLEOPATRA 2525. Because she was rawr tough! but not! but motherly! but sexy!
K: UGH ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAN MY IMAGINARY DAY OF FUN WITH GINA TORRES.
Seriously, Gina Torres, please be my friend.