Totally Clueless

I recently watched "Clueless" for the first time in several years. When I saw that movie for the first time (more than 10 years ago.. GASP), I loved it because I thought that was how fun high school was going to be like. I didn't understand most of the jokes, and references, or how socially important it was. I just had NO CLUE.

People have told me before that I know a lot of information, but that is because I used to be the most naive fuckin bonehead this side of the Mississippi. I'm not kidding. I didn't know any early pop references. New Kids on the Block, Ace of Base, all those things flew past my head. I didn't know what pot was. I had never even seen or smelled it until college. (That quickly changed after going to the most Reefer Madness college in this country.) Sex? Fuhgetaboutit. Well, when this movie came out, I was only 11-12, so it's not completely strange that I didn't get a lot of it. But let me tell you the things that I found out after watching it in my twenties.

First of all, Travis.
Ok, I did NOT know that his name was Travis BIRKENSTOCKS. Are you kidding me with this? And when he donates his box of shit to that flood drive, I had no idea those things were bongs. For at least a good 8 years, I thought he had donated a twisted pepper grinder and a honey bear bottle with a gigantic belly button.

Christian.
Gay was not in my vocabulary, nor knowledge, so the character Christian was just a weirdo to me.

Josh.
What undergrad college kid gets to help out on a multi-million dollar lawsuit? And, how tight were his pants? Especially when he kisses Cher.

The word Crimson Tide.
I did not understand why Cher was late to class that one day. Little did I know that the Crimson Tide would curse me as well.

I understood the extravagant life style and how it's not really real, so nothing new with most of the girls, except the transformation of Brittany Murphy. And how little transformation Donald Faison went through from Murray to Turk on "Scrubs". I love him, though.

What a great movie. It gives me nostalgia about my clueless-ness and the generation that I grew up with.

I leave you with a quote that best reflects my opinion about refugees and immigration:

"So like, right now for example, the Hatians need to come to America. But some people are all, 'What about the strain on our resources?' Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Hatians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much. "