I was watching Star Wars like I do at least once a day with my four year old when I started to pay very close attention to R2-D2’s relationship with C3PO. C3PO is a highly evolved, intelligent cyborg. He is fluent in over 6 million forms of communication. He can pilot a space cruiser. He can fix a trash robot and communicate with Jaba the Hut. He is a great piece of machinery. Unless R2-D2 is around. Then, for some reason, he is helpless.
He is constantly screaming: “R2-D2 where are you?” Once the whole group gets together, C3PO seems to not be able to do much. And he is blaming R2-D2 for most of the things that go wrong when R2-D2 is moving forward, getting things done. R2-D2 doesn’t complain, he just sees a need and fills it. He doesn’t ask for rewards, and often doesn’t get them. In fact, it was R2-D2’s ingenuity that gets the group out of the net in Return of the Jedi, but when the Ewoks come, they believe C3PO is a God, when he really did nothing great.
I was sitting, watching the movie, when I thought, wholly crap men are C3PO when they become fathers. Most men are amazing at work. They can solve a companies problems with their hands tied behind their backs, but you put them in the room with their kids who, say, are hungry, and they are suddenly screaming: “Honey, where are you?” The mom just walks around getting things done without thought of reward, getting the children dressed, fed and in the car with their coats, hats and gloves while their dad just shows up with the kids at the park and is worshipped as a Golden Father.
R2-D2 gets shot at while trying to open blaster doors on Endor, while C3-PO hangs out with Chewbacca in an All Terrain Scout Transport, which ultimately destroys the doors completely. Come on, Moms, how many of us haven’t been there?