Itâ€™s been a rough summer, especially for those of us who were kids or teens in the 80s.Â Our icons are dying and Iâ€™m talking MVPâ€™s.Â Michael Jacksonâ€™s death hit me HARD, much harder than I ever would have imagined.Â It wasnâ€™t just the man or his music that stopped, it was my childhood that stopped, froze in mid-air and dropped off into this chasm called â€œThe Pastâ€.
Now, with the news of another MVP who helped me come-of- age, John Hughesâ€™, Iâ€™m officially sad both for the man and my childhood.Â I watched Molly Ringwald (justifiably!) pout her way through â€œ16 Candlesâ€ and then get her man in the end (oh, how I LOVED Jake Ryan) no less than 30 times.Â I am still mesmerized by that movie to this day. And donâ€™t even get me started on â€œSome Kind of Wonderfulâ€, â€œSheâ€™s Having a Babyâ€ or â€œThe Breakfast Clubâ€ all â€œsome kind ofâ€ cinematic perfection.Â Hughes was ahead of his time. His soundtracks unforgettable and his characters heartbreakingly relatable.Â I watched his films as if they contained the secrets of the universe within them.Â And you know what?Â For me, an American, suburban kid growing up in the 80s and 90sâ€¦ they did. -Miss. Ash-
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