There is no shame in my saying that we all want to be loved by someone. As I look back over my life in romance, I don’t feel I’ve ever had that. I have been the only one that was unaware of the fraud in a few of these circumstances blindly. When you get divorced, all the truths that come out, you sit there and you go, What the fuck was I doing? What was I doing believing that this person was invested in this way? Which is a fantastically strong humiliation in the best sense. It can make somebody very bitter and very hard and closed off, but I find it does the opposite to me.
How old was I when I first saw Fast Times at Ridgemont High? 14? 15? I don’t remember. I do remember feeling awful for Jennifer Jason Leigh‘s Stacy because it sucks to be on the receiving end of a sex and run. Also remember Sean Penn‘s Spicoli and Forest Whitaker as the vengeful football player. There was nothing contrived or phony about the story or characters. It’s a challenge to find that kind of authenticity in most pop culture but especially pop culture centered around high school. For that reason, I still watch the movie whenever it’s on. Time has made me cringe less at Stacy’s hurt and naiveté. And my own.