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March 4, 2007
Remembering Heathers
Recently I've been reflecting a lot on the Rat Race, that great Wheel to which we keep tying ourselves ever more tightly. In exploring alternative views on the subject, I ran into this old gem from the movie Heathers:
real life sucks losers dry. You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.
Which of course made me think of Winona Ryder. There was a time in my life when she epitomized everything I could ever want in a Goddess. She gave me one my first KT Tunstall moments: suddenly I saw that Helen of Troy may really have been worth it. It at least seemed conceptually possible to me.
Back then I dreamed of doing all kinds of things with/to Winona, most of which violated some or all of the Blue Laws of some or all states. I'm talking about the kinds of acts that require the sort of tough, high viscosity lubricants they use in NASCAR.
What happened (to her or me)??? She's a washed up junkie who shoplifts and I have opinions about different Andalusian amontillados.
I'm really not sure which of us has fallen further. Oh Winona, would but that we could have back just one faint glimmer of that time...
Posted by dag at March 4, 2007 11:33 PM