John Hughes Lied to Me
In the ’80s, there were fewer happy endings for misfits like me
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6 min readJun 28, 2019
“Oh my God!” my mother said as I sat in the back seat of our Chevy Citation, idling in the parking lot of my junior high school. “The other girls are wearing $300 dresses. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
