So with yesterday’s terrible news that our generation’s own personal Moses passed on to the other side, Twitter was, predictably, all a twitter. Lots of OMGs and RIPs and comparisons of pink prom dresses. And so as I’m reading all of the Duckie and Ferris and Long Duck Dong references, I’m thinking it’s amazing how people are united with so much love for a movie director whom most have not actually seen, met, or known. Why are we all so bummed?
Well, for starters, he died youngish. And he was great. He made kick ass movies. A lot of them. And he did it all before the time he was 40. Think about that. He was a giant smash success and household name for writing/directing at the ripe old age of 33. Pretty awesome.
But I think, even more awesomely and importantly, he introduced us to the concept of psychographic twins. Very pre-www, he threw out the theory that there just might be people like us in other schools in others towns, in other states, who were going through the exact same things, at the exact same time. Of course Twitter now accomplishes this in 30 seconds. But before the intrawebs, we had no idea that this was actually true. It was too much to hope.
Sort of like when I look up at thousands of twinkling stars and think, in all probability, there’s someone like me out there, right now. (Of course our great grandkids will be able to pop open the intergalatic web Twitter… http://igw.twitter.all… and know this, everything, and more in 30 nanoseconds. But for now, we’ll just have to hope.) It’s like that. Now.
But then, back then, with the help of these movies, we got our first hunches that we weren’t the only cool nerds, or dorky jocks, or weird chicks, or party girls, or all of the above, on the planet.
All this instant nostalgia prompted me to test my psychographic twin theory. So I tweeted out the question “How many of your were on yearbook staff?” And lo, the answer came down from the mountain and from across the Twitterverse, and the answer was a very loud and resounding YES! We were all on the yearbook staff! (Or the newspaper staff.) Hell yeah. Of course we were.
And of course I knew this, because I get this, because I too was on the yearbook staff. And the Student Council. And the Honors Society. Most Likely to Succeed. Miss LHS. Andandand. And oh give me a break. That’s me front row. Fifth from the left. Looking very ready to graduate and get the hell out. And so I did.
But here I am. With you guys. Still on the yearbook staff. (The Kirtsy book, totally a yearbook. A kick arse well-designed yearbook.) Only now we have Twitter. And Facebook. And Dude, can you imagine what we could have done with these things back then?! We might have even gotten together to write and direct awesome hit movies by the time we were 33. It could have happened.
It totally could have happened.
Also, related, as Karen and I were cheersing clinky drinks to the man last night, we talked about which John Hughes character we were. We agreed on hers. We disagreed on mine. And we assigned one to each of you. Oh yes we did. Even you, Jenny. But I’m curious which one you think you are. In other words, I’m asking, “Hey, which John Hughes character were you?” (I’ll let you know if you’re right…Good luck!)