Nooooooo! Not John Hughes!

Oh, come on. Really? Sad for his family, of course. He was a human being first, and for his family I am deeply sorry.

But he was an icon for millions of kids who came of age in the 80s. Gys, no person made me feel like less of an outcast; no writer made me feel sure I would find a place in the world; no artist made me feel more at home.

Oh, Mr. Hughes, thank you for your movies. Pretty in Pink, Breakfast Club, Some Kind of Wonderful, and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off were what made high school tolerable. Were what made me feel better about my awkward, painful, social outcast years. Are still what I turn to when I need to feel at home.

Oh, Mr. Hughes. I still quote your films. Almost daily. I still live in the hope that you’ll write a film about a totally lost, out of her element, thirty-something mom.

And now you won’t.

7 thoughts on “Nooooooo! Not John Hughes!

  1. I’m so glad you posted this. Was so upset last night upon hearing the news that I couldn’t articulate a thing. But this is great, Nap. And over here, we’re guilty of quoting his films regularly, too…

  2. Sad beyond sad here today. Didn’t hear until this morning. Will be raising a glass to him tonight.

    And you’re right, damn him for not helping us through middle age like he did the teen years. Who can we trust to understand us?

  3. Oh, wonderful and bright readers. The lines have been coming like old friends today…

    Hello, Jeannie. Who’s bothering you today?

    Blane? His name is Blane? That’s a major appliance, that’s not a name.

    We’re gonna bring this party up to a nice respectable level. Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt anyone. We’re not even gonna touch ’em. We’re just gonna make ’em cry a little, just by lookin’ at ’em.

    “Claire?’ “It’s a family name.” “It’s a fat girl’s name.” “I’m not fat.” “No, not at present. But I can see you pushing maximum density.”

    Cameron is wound so tight if you shove a lump of coal up his ass in two weeks you would have a diamond.

    “My grandmother told me when I grew up I’d have big boobs.” “Yeah? What happened?” “I got lucky I guess.”

    So why would I lie? But I feel compelled to mention to you, Jake, that if all you want of the girl is a piece of ass, I mean, I’ll either do it myself, or get someone bigger than me to kick your ass. I mean, not many girls in contemporary American society today would give their underwear to help a geek like me.

    Look don’t make me participate in your stupid crap if you don’t like the way I do it. You make me get out of bed, you make me come over here. You make me make a phony phone call to Edward Rooney? The man could squash my nuts into oblivion. And then and-and then, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.

    Well, I like art, I work in a gas station, my best friend is a tomboy. These things don’t fly too well in the American high school.

    Duckie’s dance. Andrew’s story about the locker room with Larry Lester. The elephant lamp and you pulled the trunk and it wouldn’t work. Blane and Andie kiss.

    I can’t believe this. They fucking forgot my birthday.

  4. This absolutely broke my heart!! I love that guy. Actually, it’s his movies I love but anyone that could come up with that stuff had to have been loveable.

    He made being a geek oddly cool.

  5. He made being a geek more than okay, KathyB, you’re right. I still don’t understand why test audiences booooed Andie staying at the prom with Duckie. i love the ending of that movie, but I would have loved it even more if she feel for Duckie. I would pick Farmer Ted the freshman over Jake Ryan, and I may be the only woman to admit it, but it’s true.

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