I heard this song this a.m. and of course, I flashed to my youth and all the Hughes films that were the epitome of our generation. And here's what I realized: I always hated Molly Ringwald. There will be a day when I can think of this with some sort of rationality, but the idea of her just drives me absolutely batty. She was supposed to be this geeky/freak girl (in 16 Candles & Pretty in Pink) who winds up with the hot boy after her because he recognizes that she's got depth as well as being kinda cute. But this never happened in real life (or at least not in my school), and I was left kind of bitter crushing after the hockey captain and the punk rocker who never recognized my depth or that I was kinda cute (really I was, I have the pictures to prove it).
One of the Hughes' movies that I absolutely loved was Some Kind of Wonderful mostly because Mary Stuart Masterson became my first girl-crush as the dykey drummer who is "in love" with her gay friend played by Eric Stoltz (okay supposedly he's straight in the movie, but do any of us really believe that either of those characters is straight?).
And I remember sneaking wine coolers into the theater inside my jean jacket when we went to see Breakfast Club. We used straws so as not to draw attention to ourselves. I so related to Ally Sheedy's character it was scary.
My DSL equipment should be delivered tomorrow, and I will be devoting my evening to getting it all set up.