Phillip commented on Anson’s blog about how a movie should have ended.  He said, “Molly Ringwald should have ended up with Duckie at the end of PRETTY IN PINK as originally written and filmed.” WTF?!?!?!  WTF?!?!?!?!  And again, WTF?!?!?!?!

IT SHOULD’VE BEEN DUCKIE??!?!?!?!

You mean, Pretty in Pink, my all-time favorite John Hughes film while growing up; a film which defined my ideas of love-at-first-sight, my ideas of what a relationship is, my ideas of self-crafted fashion, my ideas of friendship…. had a totally DIFFERENT ENDING?  Where Duckie (played by Jon Cryer), the-best-guy-friend-she-grew-up-with-and-who-was-madly-in-love-with-her, actually GOT THE GIRL???? MIND-FUCKIN-BLOWING.

So I grew up with a fallacy!  My pubescent mind grew up believing that no matter how much someone professes their love to you, you must choose the rich, aloof, emotionally-unavailable guy (played by a boring Andrew McCarthy) who can’t stand up for you or put two words together into a coherent sentence!! Thus, my love life was doomed starting from the age of 12!!!!

I’ve dated nothing but Andew McCarthys all my life!

Let’s see, there was:

-Mr. Run Away: He was my college boyfriend.  We were walking thru the forest at night, and he heard a sound up ahead on the path. He instinctively and promptly then pushed me into the direction of said sound, while he turned and ran away at a full tilt.  He could barely protect me from a bear, let alone a raccoon.

-Gaston from Beauty and the Beast: He looked like an all-american version of a greek god: 6’3 and a mandible so chiseled that he could cut a tin can and then a tomato easily with it.  He was the kind of guy that leaned against walls with his hand raised above his head so that you could admire his biceps while you conversed.  He slept with me, my classmate, my roommate, and then some virgin intern within the course of 3 days.  And then he tried to get us all to do a 4-way even though 2 of us were mortal enemies.  I’m so glad I made him use condoms.

I could go on and on: Mr. Here-and-Now, Mr. I-Have-No-Past, Mr. Most-Likely-To-Be-Gay…every single one of them, an Andrew McCarthy: a non-commital, lost, tepid, incher thru life.

DUCKIE!!!!

It should have been DUCKIE!  The best-guy-friend-who’ll-act-the-fool-have-your-back-tell-you-the-ugly-truth-and-still-be-standing at the top of the stairs for that time you decide to go to the prom all by yourself because Blane (Andrew McCarthy) stood you up.

The problem is, I’m usually the DUCKIE.  I’m every guy’s best girl friend.  (Just ask any of my guy friends.  I’m awesome.  I can throw a fart joke farther than any guy can burp.)  And I’m not remotely interested in my DUCKIE guy friends.  I suppose all us DUCKIEs will just have to go around, having amazing fashion sense and performing great renditions of lip-synching love, while the rest of the bland Blanes continue to procreate and populate this world with more confused uncertainty masking as charm.  It’ll work.  It worked on Molly Ringwald.  And at least it was to a great soundtrack.

And we’ll always have John Hughe’s rewrite of Pretty in Pink in “Some Kind of Wonderful“.  You go, female DUCKIE posing as a potential lesbian but not!

Female DUCKIE on the right!