Today is the day. The be all, end all, day of days to every teenage girl in America. The day that will either make her feel like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles (at the end) or Molly Ringwald in Pretty In Pink (somewhere in the middle before she discovers Duckie.)
Valentine's Day.
I was reading this post over at Big Mama's this morning and she took me down memory lane. Back to high school when I thought Lisa Lisa had the best hair on MTV, nevermind that I also thought she was in a cult.
Sigh.
I wish the 37 year old me could talk to the 14 year old me. I would try to give the 14 year old me some advice, try to convince myself that guys aren't worth it. But, knowing me, I would just roll my eyes at myself and say, "Oh, you don't understand. You are like, old!"
Then I'd just call my best friend on my princess phone and listen to my cassette tape of Chicago while staring at my Kevin Bacon poster.
Kevin. Bacon. He was the only one who could ever replace Rick Springfield. And seriously. Rick and I were close to walking down the aisle.
Oh, Kevin. I did heart you. No one ever looked that good while driving a VW Bug. I'm just sayin.'
And the scene in the warehouse where he is dancing? Oh, it made this teen girl melt. Did anyone else think he was "punching his car" instead of "punching his card?"
I remember going to see Footloose after begging and pleading with Mama. It was an event that would change me forever. My best friend had Hot Tamales and I got Snow Caps (still my fav.) We swooned right there in the theatre as Ren took a stand for something that really matters.
The right to dance. I mean, let's be real, people. Forget about world peace. There are more important issues in the world. Like Prom.
As if.
Go ahead and cut Footloose here.
It's OK to dance right there in your living room. I'm Baptist, remember? :>)
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OOh, I don't like this movie although I never saw it because George and I broke up and he took some girl to that movie. Ugh.
Thank goodness that movie made it okay to dance. It's the only way to get housework done: crank up the music and dance your way through the dusting and vacuuming.
Holley
Wow! That is my all time favorite movie. You must go to some Baptist church. I was raised Baptist and it most defiantly was NOT okay to dance.
Andrea-
Depends on the dance. ;>)
Yeah! I love to "cut a rug" with the granddaughters. They ROFL because WE COULD NOT dance either!!!!
Yeah,yeah, dancing was a sin way back when I was a kid. So was going to the movies and the bowling alley. My how times have changed.....
I've never seen this movie. Believe it or not.
Melanie, Check out Rick now. You'll forget about Kevin.
http://www.rickspringfield.com/full/rsmain.htmlpfushl
Are you sure you're Baptist? Because I grew up Baptist and I wasn't allowed to see "Footloose" when it was in theaters lest it make me tap my foot to the music and lead me down the very halls of hell.
(I loved Big Mama's post too. What a hoot!)
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