The epitome of stupidity

I stayed mostly unplugged over the luxoriously long five day break. I had more important things to do- you know, like relive my youth and watch awesomely bad 80s movies.

Like this one


And no I'm not joking, I watched Footloose over the holiday.

Lemme see, I was about 12 years old when it first came out and I remember thinking from the music, to the dancing, to the hawtness of one Kevin Bacon this movie is full of win.

Watching it again, at 36 (soon to be 37-11 days and counting- yay me! Oops I digress. Oh and I acccept gifts of all kinds -oops there I go again)

...well if I'd had 12 year old me there I'd have shaken her and said "The fuck?!"

But I don't fault 12 year old me because, hell, I was 12 and didn't have the,um, refined tastes I have now.

What did I know? I wore flourescent ties and shoulder pads. 12 year old me believed that a town really could have laws forbidding dancing.
12 year old me believed that Ren's spastic dancing made him hot.
12 year old me didn't question the scene when Ariel got into a physical fight with her boyfriend. Nope didn't wonder why no one addressed the whole dude hitting a girl thing and holygoodgawdalmighty the inappropriateness and holygoodgawdalmighty what message are they sending to 12 year olds.

12 year old me adored that movie especially the no-rhythym shuffle K.Bake et al did at the very end of the movie.
In fact I think I may have practiced it once or twice after hearing the theme song (Now you gotta cut loose, Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes...you have it in your head now don't you ? You're welcome) on the clock radio I begged my mother for and thought I was the shizz when I actually got.

Aah the memories that movie brought back.

But oh the brain cells that it killed.

Hope y'all had the happiest of Thankgivings and filled your days with hip arthouse "films" and skipped the whole Footloose thing. But if you didn't, remember my stupid ass was doing the very same thing. So don't be too hard on yourself.