**Note to Dad (because I think you might be the only one reading) - Don't click on any of the links, you won't like them. :) Love you!**
I am a product of the 90's.
I turned 13 in February of 1990 and had my first child in December of 1999. Literally, the entire decade encompassed freedom for me.
I embraced all great fads of the 90s. From NWA to Nirvana, Guess Jeans to my dad's old flannel shirts, K Swiss to Converse, Manic Panic to my tongue piercing, Adidas to Polo Sport, Clearly Canadia to Zima, and my little purple pager to my Nokia 5110 - I was a 90's kid.
And as a female coming of age in the 90s, it stands to reason that even at 37 years old I would find Clueless to be one of the greatest movies of all time. Much like the generation that followed mine latched on to Mean Girls with a passion, my generation loves Clueless. What teenage girl in the 90s didn't want to be Cher Horowitz? With her perfect blonde hair, blissful ignorance, and fat allowance, she was arguably the most enviable character of her time. I'd still like to be Cher Horowitz. (Side note, when in college I discovered that Clueless was actually based on Jane Austen's Emma my mind was officially blown.)
So, when I was flipping through channels the other day and noticed this video - I had to stop and watch. (Note: strong language)
It makes a lot of the crap I complain about seem pretty petty when I think of her with "no money, no family, 16, in the middle of Miami."