On Ripley Turns One.

I just realized that this little exercise in love and admiration was rather hastily flung amongst the cold stars of the Internet Universe exactly one year ago today.

If you'd ducked in just then, you'd have seen this...


 Just pondering.

I was... eleven years old when I experienced the revelation of Ripley on a drive in screen in the San Fernando Valley in the summer of 1979.

I was breaking a few rules. First, my two buddies and I had snuck in to the drive in. Bad enough.

Foremost, though, there was no way in Hell my parents would have let me see this on purpose, so seeing it without their permission was the topper, and I knew I was doing something wrong.

I expected to receive my karmic punishment in the form of violent, gory nightmares, the usual poetic come-uppance for pre-teen moviehouse transgressions (you can't tell your folks why you're having those nightmares because you'd have to admit you broke the rules!).

But I did not expect, could not have possibly foreseen, what I ended up getting.


It was not this next scene, though I suppose I must say this part was nice after so much tension, and I might as well get this one out of the way because everyone loves this one and it has to come up sooner or later:

Fine, but no, it wasn't that. Even at 11 going on sex-too-early I knew this wasn't the remotest reason why I fell so hard.

It was this.

And this, as she asserts the only decision that would have saved the rest of their sorry asses if they'd listened.

And oh this perfect Ripley look.

She didn't look, speak or behave like any woman I'd ever seen in a movie or on television.

She didn't look, speak or behave like any woman I'd ever seen -- anywhere.

She was tall, lanky, dirty, sweaty, she wore no makeup. She was strong, controlled, smart. She swore like a trucker.

She was just fucking REAL.

She smoked these yellow cigarettes and drank what must have been total crap coffee while pushing buttons to talk to pain in the ass co-workers and put up with the same bullshit we all experience at our jobs and she didn't once, not once, make a decision that was nearly as stupid as any of her crew, superior officers (especially) included.

Yeah. You bet I fell.


This part of cyberspace is dedicated to Warrant Officer Lt. Ellen Ripley, and to my lifelong admiring love of her brilliance.

I suppose, then, it is also dedicated to the incredible Sigourney Weaver, but really, I can only deal with one madness at a time, and Sig's got hundreds of pages dedicated to her.

I guess Ripley does too. But... none of them are this one. 

This one's all mine.

My musings over this lifelong Muse, are what this digital couch-and-shrink are about.

I suppose there might be better ways to exercise and exorcise my 30+ year old lovesick fascination for this incredible woman.

I mean, the title alone might not be wishful thinking.

But I think this is the only way to be sure.


So, that's how it was.

Not a bad beginning, and certainly it has managed to be that "digital couch-and-shrink" more than once during this past year, and for more than just your li'l ol' Cat here, too -- plenty of you have let me know of your appreciation for the 'blog; and while it's not always in the nature of a Cat to show real gratitude, I will say I truly do appreciate each of you.

And as for the recent regular visitor from the ISP originating from/bouncing between Queens and Sutton Place in New York: thanks for teasing me -- I certainly laugh and bow to/enjoy your good humor.

But on the wild outside chance that you're not a joker and are in fact... someone else... I hope this little site has gone some way toward proving how admired and beloved you have been for so long.

Happy Alien-iversary.

On, Ripley.



  1. Happy 1 year on Ripley! The only DECENT blog I could find on Ripley for my liking, cat, you're awesome! I "met" her when I was 7 and my world turned upside down. She taught me how to be brave, thoughtful, tough, how to take life for what it is and not dream through pink glasses. She resonated with the real me and validated that not all girls HAVE to play with stupid dolls, that not all women are *blond*, that not all have to be dependent on anyone!
    She lit the spark of enigma in me, that spark that I have always loved about those beautiful brown eyes! LOVE you Ripley! I have very few heroes in my life, but I can say for sure, you are #1!!


    1. Thank you Sopho, it means a lot to know we're none of us alone in our admiration of this amazing being.

      LOVE the pic too, by the way. Such a severe look, very Ripley!