flesh diary

growing up in the 90’s…i was instead defined by the 80’s…i was a wannabe 80’s child..and john hughes was a legendary part of this definition..

i fucking hated my teen years….i was a misfit, sensitive and misunderstood…and looking back on it now..all seemingly normal characteristics of a teen…however at that time…i didnt know i was just being a “teen” ..i felt like i was the only one in the world feeling what i was feeling and watching Beverly Hills 90210 like the rest of my peers did in the 90’s didnt help me furthur understand my teen condition…it was pretty in pink, the breakfast club, sixteen candles and ferris bueller that spoke to me…

having survived adolescent hijinx, i find myself furthur appreciating his films as a somewhat mature adult…hughes managed to capture coming of age in a compelling, compassionate, humourous way and what i appreciate most is despite the truthfulness of coming of age rebellion, the most important truth that he faithfully portrayed was comingof age innocence…because no matter how much we swore, no matter how much attitude we exhibited..no matter how many cigarettes we smoked..no matter how much we tried to act like we didnt give a damn…no matter how much we tried to act grown up…we were all still undeniably kids..

now i am not saying that his films were documentaries…it was still hollywood..but ferris, duckie, andie, cameron, bender, allision, brian seemed real…giving us outsiders and misfits hope..hope that cliques could be broken down, the underdog could win, the girl could get the guy and that one day someone would understand.