Untypically Jia: Ugh, As If!

If you were between the ages of 10 and 30 in 1995 then you just read this post title out loud in the "valley girl" accent ala Alicia Silverstone. Don't lie. I can smell the Noxema from here.

A few years ago Matt became very aware of how much Clueless was a part of my very soul when he walked in the house after work and found me, my best friend and one of his gay co-workers camped out on our couch reciting the lines along with the movie (without subtitles).

He was terrified.

But I think that he soon became very aware of how much living in California for three years during my pre-teen phase truly affected me. The Valspeak is prominent in my daily vocabulary. I can't go one day without adding "totally" or "like" or "I know right?" to my conversations.

When Clueless came out in theatres, I was eleven years old and my sister and I left the movie complex and went straight to the mall to purchase several pair of color coordinated knee highs immediately after. Despite not living anywhere near Beverly Hills, our local mall had an entire section called "Off Rodeo Drive" where we would go, hang out and eat italian ice and drink cappuccinos. We were so totally existential.

Truthfully though, we learned a lot from this simple classic film:

I knew the definitions and proper usage of words such as: faux, polyester, and ballistic.
I understood that it does not say RSVP on the Statue of Liberty.
Grades are negotiable.
The occasional makeover is necessary.
Cindy Crawford is 5'10.
Everywhere in L.A. takes twenty minutes.

Paul Rudd was cute WAY before movies like 40 Year old Virgin and Knocked Up.

I'm also still sad that Brittany Murphy died.

Here are some of my favourite lines . . . .

Amber: Was I the only one listening? I thought it reeked.
Cher: I believe that was your designer imposter perfume.

Mel: So, what did you do in school today?
Cher: Well, I broke in my purple clogs.

Mel: What the hell is that?
Cher: A dress.
Mel: Says who?
Cher: Calvin Klein.

Cher: Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.