As some of you may have noticed, I am totally, butt crazy in love with Clueless. I love it like Dee loves Murray, like Travis loves those egg McMuffins, like Christian loves Tony Curtis.
It taught me so much – that it’s one thing to spark up a doobie and get laced at parties, but it is quite another to be fried all day. I learned that grades are just a jumping off point to start negotiations, that girls at NYU aren’t at all particular, that Ren and Stimpy are way existential, and that Hamlet didn’t say “To thine own self be true,” that Polonius guy did.
From the age of 10 on, I have looked to Cher for guidance.
Apparently, I am not alone.
This is called the “Valley Party Dress.”
RIGHT?? How freaking awesome is that?
ModCloth Naming Committee, I have to give you snaps. Cher’s Alaia dress is way iconic, and this dress is equally worthy of refusing to get on the ground while being mugged. Will someone ask if you prefer “fashion victim” or “ensembly challenged.” As if!
Halloween is only six weeks away. If you are blonde and are not going dressed as Cher this year – well, it all boils down to one inevitable conclusion. You’re just totally clueless.
Cher’s closet and Paul Rudd not included.