Pink Boy a Black Corvette

I was so sad to hear about the death of John Hughes yesterday. I feel like his movies were the backdrop to my teenage years.

When I was 13 years old I wanted I Molly Ringwald's dance dress more than I could say. Yet the fact that all my town had was a Sears pretty much told me that was not likely. But when I watched a John Hughes movie I felt like the geek, the princess, the spaz, and the jock. What I felt is that I belonged. That there were other freaks like me out there. I wasn't alone.

With the passing of John Hughes I feel like that sort of insight us gone as well. I always thought he would roar back. That he would make relevant & interesting movies again. I never thought he was done. I thought he was like a fallow field, rejuvenating, waiting to wow the world with his voice again.

Now we will never know. But I will still smile when I hear the song Danke Schoen, or think about Long Duc Dong, or worry about whether I can make a suitable prom dress out of 60's scrapes.

John Hughes I will miss you.










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