Thursday, August 7, 2008
The Duckie-Dobbler Connundrum
Every girl who grew up in the 80's wants one thing out of a relationship. A "Duckie" or a "Lloyd Dobbler". Someone who will burst into the room and lip-sync Otis Redding. Or stand in front of our homes with a boom box. It is only later in life that we realize that this person does not exist. There is no Duckie. And the guys I have met who say "oh that was me in high school"--well you aren't remembering things correctly either. In the same way that I was never a strong enough person to stand out the way Molly Ringwald did, you did not walk around the cafetorium in your hipster jive. Duckie was a dream. And Molly even dumped him at the prom in her homemade dress for Blaine. And don't forget Steff, an exceptionally hot James Spader in a white suit, who has bitter tirades that hide a yen for the un-traditional girl. And these films are what an entire generation of girls hitched their star to, the oft hoped for "secret truth" of popular people. So, now what? Many guys tell me to give up. "It's just the movies". Of course you can tell me to get my head out of films and back into reality. However, how many guys can tell me that they haven't fantasized about Leia in a gold bikini or Sandy in black pleather pants? Thought so.
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love it! I loved Molly. I loved Duckie! Hell, I loved Judd Nelson and especially Ally Sheedy. In fact, my first summer school experience in Monessen was something very breakfast clubish to the point we dubbed ourselves 'the breakfast club'. Every 15 minute break we got, we would walk to the corner store, buy tons of bazooka, smoke some pot, and go back inside. One kid named Carmen (a guy) continually got yelled at "CAAARRMEENNNN" even though it was all of us who were totally screwing around in class. The thing was, our teacher would leave us in the class alone for like 15 minutes at a time and we would just act retarded, because, hell - we were all stoned!
*sigh* the good old days.
You can take the girl out of the John Hughes/Cameron Crowe alternate universe but.....
A piece of my heart, that part belonging to a time when I was hopeful and blissfully ignorant, will always be with Duckie and Lloyd. When I start to overanalyze a relationship, one Lloydism frequently comes to mind "I don't really know. I cant figure it all out tonight, sir, so I'm just gonna hang with your daughter"
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