daroff:
maybe it’s a function of age, but i never really liked the big three john hughes movies. i adore ferris bueller like everyone else, but breakfast club, pretty in pink, and sixteen candles never really did anything for me. people talk about breakfast club like it’s this holy grail of high school existence. i thought it was pretty eh. he’s undoubtedly a very talented writer. i mean, he’d have to be to pen home alone 1 & 2, but i just don’t get what all the fuss is about.

jenni:
pretty in pink and sixteen candles never really did it for me either. but breakfast club, oh man, i could watch that film as many times as anthony michael hall had wet dreams about molly ringwald. i was a quiet kid and never really had a “group” that i felt a part of…i just kind of drifted between different ones. so a situation that would have brought them all together would have been very appealing to me…and the breakfast club pretty much embodied that.

daroff:
if that were the case, i’d think breakfast club would make you even sadder. maybe molly ringwald would defend anthony michael hall if her friends picked on him, but they’d never be friends. she’s not exactly going to be taking bender to the prom. emilio and sheedy, yeah that’s going to happen in public. let’s not even go into how ally sheedy gives up her super hot proto-goth look in favor of an ultra-bland ringwald wannabe look. i don’t understand at all how this gave you hope of having friends.

jenni:
um, i had friends, thank you very much. the hope was coming from the fact that i wouldn’t have minded friends from different social groups coming together, even if it was for just a limited about of time. isn’t knowing they could get together at all better then to never have it happen at all?

daroff:
yes, if those are the only two options. in the grand scheme of things, who cares if a jock has a conversation with a brain? people prefer like-minded people, so what’s the point of combining them? if you want to talk about physical fitness, sports, and steriods, chill with your jock friends. if you want to talk about make-up, teen pregnancy and bulimia, talk to your princess friends. i prefer having different groups of friends, that way you don’t have to deal with the bullshit that happens when they come together. and if you get bored with certain people, you have others to hang out with. and if you have some estrogen-fueled falling out with a girl friend over boys or soviet politics, or whatever girls fight about, you don’t have to feel detatched from everyone.

jenni:
for once let’s try a different tactic: let’s talk about something we both dislike. what was it about the other two hughes movies you mentioned (pretty in pink and sixteen candles) that you didn’t like? personally, i feel that molly ringwald can’t carry a movie on her own. put her in an ensemble, and she’s delightful but forced to stare at her fiery locks and pouty lips an entire film, and i’m just annoyed.

daroff:
sixteen candles, molly’s goal is to kiss some douche bag jock dude. lame. pretty in pink was basically the same premise, right? the only thing hughes gets right is making sure the dorky kid gets some. anthony michael hall in sixteen candles was amazing. that kid just did everything us dorks wish we could do. and john cryer’s ducky is the definitive male friend inexorably trapped in the friend zone. too bad those movies had to be about lame molly ringwald. you’re right. fuck her.

jenni:
that should be our new slogan. he said/she said: fuck molly ringwald.

daroff:
WE HAVE SPOKEN. fuck molly ringwald.