Don’t want to believe it? Me neither. But it’s true: Clueless turns 15 today. Let’s totally pause to reflect.
Truth be told, movies like Clueless always play with my feelings a little bit. I can never decide if I’m nostalgic/miss the time when losing your Cranberries CD was the worst thing that could happen or just embarrassed. So today, 15 years after we were exposed to a satirical look at teenage life in Beverly Hills, let’s come to terms with our feelings.
Embarrassed = Yes, I really took fashion cues from this movie seriously and wore white knee-high socks and plaid skirts with Mary Janes. Just once. I swear. Just me? Okay.
Nostalgic = Making a “W” with our fingers when I say “Whatever!” will never be as cool as it was in 1995.
Nostalgic = There was time when teenagers survived without texting…
Embarrassed = Beepers.
Embarrassed = Despite great advances in technology since 1995, I still have not found a program as cool as the one Cher had to organize the clothes in her closet. And I can’t/won’t let my dream go.
Embarrassed = I stopped saving myself for Luke Perry.
Nostalgic = Josh: “We might get Marky Mark to plant a celebrity tree.” Marky Mark. Bwah!
There are so many more! But I want you to try, PopWatchers. Does watching Clueless make you nostalgic or embarrassed that you gave into it all so willingly? Don’t leave me hanging.
I’m off to celebrate tonight with my Collector’s Edition DVD while consuming two bowls of Special K, three pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, five peanut butter M&M’s, and, like, three pieces of licorice. Wait, eew…