Teenage Kicks

I watched Clueless last night for the first time in about five years.

I had forgotten what a great film it was. It catapulted me right back to being 15, and worrying about all the things that seemed so important at that age. I was so full of angst and existential gloom, so obsessed with how people judged me… Of course part of that came from being in a school where I was ostracised for being ‘common’, but I think a lot of it was self-inflicted…

I was always the Tai and really wanted to be the Cher. In fact, I wasn’t even the Tai, as I had no Cher to come along, make me over, and turn me into her pet clone. But it’s only looking back now that I think it was actually pretty cool not to be a clone, not to be yet another Daddy’s Little Princess with a £250 allowance and a mother on valium.

Of course when I hit 17 or so I started to realise this, but I endured five years of total misery first, and to be honest even once I embraced my rebel status it still didn’t make life any easier. Sevenoaks School – welcome to the torture paddock (you know me, I only namecheck firms/people too evil to be granted anonymity).

But anyway, Clueless is a great film. And is it wrong that I still lust after Paul Rudd?