The ’80s Canon, Now All Shot to Hell

I was chatting with Little J about freelancing and when you can expect people to pay you—I told him 30 days after publication you can start harassing people, and he told me he just got paid for something he wrote in March—and then I said, innocently, “You can be like the kid in Better Off Dead.” His response: “I don’t know that reference. :(“

Christ.

Then I asked someone else who was born in the late ’80s if she had seen it and she said she had not.

Okay, people, I understand you weren’t born when this movie came out, but, hello, Netflix? The ’80s canon does not begin and end with The Breakfast Club and Fast Times at Ridgemont High. I had no idea that BOD had been cast aside so callously. I will never, ever forget those immortal words: “Franche dressing! Franche fries! Franche bread! And to drink… Peru!”