2:04 p.m. - 2007-06-12
Sheedy, Spats, Snips
The airport pick-up went fine, you'll be happy to learn. No cars were towed, nor were there delays or injuries. It went fine, I need not have worried.
So.
But okay, getting back to The Breakfast Club: Has anyone ever walked away from that film believing that Ally Sheedy's Claire-manufactured "makeover" near the end was some sort of improvement? Anyone besides asshole jock morons like the character played by Not Necessarily Martin Sheen's Son Because, Look, His Last Name Is Different? I mean, sure, she looks more conventionally feminine, but isn't her whole appeal throughout the movie largely due to her being nothing like Claire? And the five teens spend the whole six hour movie coming to terms with their differences, and then Ally Sheedy turns into a less snotty Claire and therefore a romantic object to the jock, thus in the end promoting nothing more than abject conformity? I mean, what the fuck? And then at the very end Judd Nelson does his triumphal arm-raising thing that looks suspiciously like a nazi salute. It's as though he's proclaiming: "THY WILL BE DONE, MEIN FUHRER! LONG LIVE THE FOURTH REICH!!" So he's maybe some sort of Aryan Nation plant, sent into the schools to pose as a rebel with the actual goal of transforming (via psychology, ie, posing as a hoodlum in order to expose the fragile emotional state of his fellow breakfast clubbers) the youth of whatever depressing suburb where they live into a faceless army of robotic warriors to further the dead Fuhrer's goals, and in the long term breeding future generations of nazis by breeding wrestlers with well-groomed young women? And by the way, what if the Ally Sheedy character is meant to be JEWISH? Insidious! Who the hell directed this propaganda? Leni Riefenstal?
So yes, I personally liked Ally Sheedy's pre-makeover look a lot more. She wore lots of unnecessary layers, which I like to employ myself whenever possible. One of the many harshly sucking aspects of global warming to me is the prospect of more hot weather, therefore less dressing in layers. I don't think the old saw of "less is more" applies to clothes. If I could, I'd be wearing a vest, at least two cravats, a waistcoat AND a greatcoat, plus several shirts every minute of every day. AND spats. Spats have gone sadly out of style in recent years. It's almost as if people don't think their shoes are important enough to keep covered up when they go outside. Sad.
But in our household, we're not despairing; we're keeping the grand tradition of spats alive. Not by actually wearing spats on our shoes, but by nailing tin panels (substitute for spats) onto our ceiling (substitute for shoes). I've already ripped down our old, depressing paper ceiling and Kia's ordered the tin. Now, we wait for the tin to arrive. Soon, I'll go out and buy some tin snips. I've never been inside the snips department of the hardware store. I hope I don't get lost.
