RIP Brittany Murphy

Rest in peace, Brittany Murphy. My sincere apologies if I'm misspelling your first name. Your death has hit me especially hard. I feel it deep in my bones and joints. Is it because we're the same age? Is it because your movie is weaved into my adolescence unlike any other? Memories fade but one that I relive to this day is going to see Clueless. My high school BFF and I went to the dollar theatre on Baymeadows. This was the 1990s and such a thing existed. The movie theatre is gone, replaced currently by a fitness center.

I didn't want to see Clueless. I thought it'd be dumb/stupid, etc. I went in dreading it, I came out of the movie loving it. Clueless was what my generation needed: a well-written, humorous, coming of age, gently ribbing movie. 80s kids had the Breakfast Club and Heathers. We were starting our courtships with cell phones, listening to grunge and needing some attention. The modern version of Austen's work, Clueless spoke to us. Tai spoke to us. She was the outsider. The one from the wrong side of the tracks, with unruly hair, dressed in cheap flannel. She was also the sweet, naive one. With Cher and Dionne's help, she blossoms into her own persona and becomes a pretty cool lady in the hilarious process. Her mishaps and embarrassments, are all worth it; for at the end she gets her man.

Such a huge part of my history is gone today. I keep picturing scenes from that movie. I want to watch it now. I need to pay my respects.