Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?

John Hughes passed away this past week. I was a teenager in the 80's and his films meant so much to me, especially Sixteen Candles. Whenever I see that movie on tv, I will stop what I'm doing and watch. I swore that it was written about me and my longing for the most popular boy in school. To his credit, Mr. Hughes was able to get into the heart and mind of a teenage girl and capture what it felt like to be "crushed" by love and longing. He got it right. If only Jake Ryan had showed up on my sixteenth birthday. Man he was hot! I heard he's a carpenter now.

Okay, I digress, which is not unusual for me. In addition to capturing teenage life, Hughes was able to do it in an incredibly short amount of time. I read somewhere that he wrote The Breakfast Club in like 24 hours. The man kicked some writing ass.

RIP Hughes