Last night was a "let's stay up and watch a cheesy John Hughes eighties movie" night. We were up until four in the morning with Some Kind of Wonderful. Prior to last night I have always had a love/hate relationship with Pretty in Pink. I am a big supporter of Duckie (meaning I would have pursued him in my teendom days...so cute, sarcastic, and loyal...). So by the end of the movie I am at an emotional loss because her prom dress makes me nauseous and she chooses the tweed over Duckie. Last night was my initial introduction to Some Kind of Wonderful. Somehow it has been off my radar over the years. And I think it has eclipsed dear Pretty Pink as 80's teen love-angst genres go (Note: Breakfast Club is the supreme. Period). There is some real feminism sprinkled deliciously through out the movie. And my girl Watts... I would have been her best friend if I were cool enough back in the day. Long rock the Duckies and Watts of this world.