IF JOHN HUGHES DIRECTED MY LIFE I would be the heroine of the story, the winner, the quietly victorious, the unlikely ingénue, the undiscovered gem, the weirdo everyone cheers for.
MY QUIRKY offbeat style and love of bones, antiquated idioms and predilection for the strange and unusual would be considered part of my charm by the audience.
I WOULD SUFFER EMBARRASSMENTS galore thinking I was alone in my humiliation, heartbreak and severe awkwardness while, unbeknownst to me I have a legion of supporters cheering me on from the darkness of the theater as I overcome the odds.
I WOULD CHOOSE Ducky over Blane each and every time and I’d steal Iona‘s wardrobe when she wasn’t looking.
KISSING THE MAN I LOVE OVER A CANDLELIT CAKE would be my birthday celebration (and the best present ever), a gong would sound every time I said my friend Dan’s name and if someone made my life difficult a supermodel would turn them into a talking piece of shit.
BUT JOHN HUGHES didn’t direct my life. I’m the character actress, not the ingénue. My eccentricities are eccentric and my embarrassments embarrassing.
TRUTH BE TOLD, I RATHER LIKE my eccentricities (although I could do without the embarrassments). A character actresses is always more interesting than an ingénue. I have a kick ass soundtrack too…and since John Hughes didn’t direct my life I’m smart enough to not use my knickers as currency.
Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick
*and yes, I know there’s nary a mention of The Breakfast Club…because it sucks. Yup, I said it. Worst John Hughes movie hands down.
