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Happy Friday, Gentle Readers,
I hope this missive finds you well. I have only one political thought this week. Joe Biden is being soundly roasted over the fact that his uncle was not roasted (and consumed) by cannibals during World War II. I think the point everyone missed, including we here at PJ Media, is that Biden assumed that the people of New Guinea are cannibals. That is mis-menuing a people group. It is EXACTLY the kind of patriarchal, colonizing, white cis-gendered male attitude we do NOT need in the White House.
Who the Hell Asked for a “Breakfast Club” Virtue Signal Reboot?
I have seen exactly four John Hughes movies in my life, and three of those were under duress. My girlfriend dragged me to see “St. Elmo’s Fire” and “Some Kind of Wonderful” at the theaters. It was the kind of thing boyfriends do if they don’t want to get dumped. I also dutifully sat through “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” at her behest. And everyone in my demographic carried on about “The Breakfast Club.” IMHO, “The Breakfast Club” was okay, but to be honest, I don’t remember anyone in my high school having those kinds of conversations during the ’80s. Nobody talked like the kids in “The Breakfast Club.” The only good thing about it was the Simple Minds song “Don’t You Forget About Me.” I used to play that when I was the designated DJ at frat parties. That gave me the chance to watch a basement full of drunks thrust their hands in the air and yell, “Hey, hey, hey!” while trying not to spill their plastic cups of backwash.
I could achieve the same effect with Billy Idol’s version of “Mony Mony” and the Animal House rendition of “Shout.”
With that nostalgic moment in mind, I was amused to see that Molly Ringwald has decided we all need to know that if her John Hughes movies were to be made today, they would need a diversity makeover…
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