You can call me Darth Mala.

I have returned from a weekend sojourn to New Haven which consisted largely of Star Wars and packing. I've been converted to the Dark Side; Tyler Cowen had me more than half convinced before I even saw Episode III, and in the wake of that I have written off the Jedi completely. And George Lucas, how did you manage to make the divine Natalie Portman look so awful? Between her shiny face, frightful wigs, and those nightgowns (no woman in her right mind would sleep in a nightgown with beads that would dig into your arms like that), she spends half of the movie looking like garbage and the other half dying in dream sequences. Bah.