Phoebe Cates.
Yes, the girl who took her top off in Fast Times At Ridgemont High. I'm guessing a lot of guys about my age, uh, shall we say, became men while, uh, thinking about Phoebe Cates.
Yeah, don't lie. You know what I'm talking about. That scene is seared, seared into the cerebral cortex of an entire generation of men.
Even now, thinking back on that scene fills me with a strange combination of sweet nostalgia and torrid, raunchy lust for the whole time period.
It makes me want to reach back and gather together every Molly Ringwald, every Ally Sheedy, and all the girls from all those John Hughes movies, all the early MTV crap, Martha Quinn, Joan Jett, that 99 Luftballoons chick - whatever the hell her name was - all of em'; all together into one room for an orgy-filled night ride down memory lane with Pastorius the Plentiful.
It is as if I want to have sex with an entire zeitgeist.
Well, anyway, I suppose we ought to note that if the Islamofascists had their way, there would have been no Phoebe Cates topless scene to have inspired a generation of young men to such, uh, heights. There would be no Fast Times At Ridgemont High. There would be no MTV.
And, there would be no guy like me writing about his disgusting fantasy of defiling a whole long-lost epoch of epic babes.
Well, maybe we can leave all that behind. Maybe the burqa ain't such a bad thing after all.
Durka, durka, durka. Jihad. Jihad.
19 comments:
Elmer, you are so right. Phoebe was every young guys wet dream back then. I was 17 I believe when that flick came out, and, yes, it was a scene for the ages. Unfortunately, we came to learn later what a piece of shit Jeff Spicoli, er, Sean Penn, would go on to be. Let's just say it was definitely his best work.
Schwing! I remember that scene.
BTW, what happened to the pic of the babe in the Burka? I meant to copy it but when I got around to it, it was gone.
Penn really was amazing in that movie. The scene where Mr. Hand came over to tutor him, and he asks Mr. Hand if there's always a guy like him in the class every year, showed his talent. Of course, the role was mostly just comedic, but you could see that he had real talent.
I really never liked him in any other role I ever saw him in. Of course, I stopped going to his movies a very very long time ago.
Anonymous,
Which babe in a burqa. Do you mean the one in the red burqa, with the big boobs?
Yeah, with the burka tossed over her shoulder. I looked through the archives and couldn't find it.
Is my vision going or did it disappear along with the entries from May22 to June1?
Wow, did some of our work disappear?
Jeez, I'll check that out.
Here's a link to that photo at CUANAS:
http://cuanas.blogspot.com/2005/10/battle-of-big-boobed-burqa-wearing.html
"...that 99 Luftballoons chick - whatever the hell her name was..."
Her name was Nena.
Typically, I remember Phoebe Cates only as the wife of Kevin Kline. Are they still married?
Nena, yes, that was it. How could I have forgotten.
Of course, you are German, so you would remember. She was German, right?
Anyway, yes, as far as I can ascertain, Kevin Kline and Phoebe are still married. She is officially retired from Show Biz, to be a fulltime Mom.
Kevin Kline, one lucky dog and a good actor.
Yes, Nena is German.
Sorry guys....for the erudite, inhale the perfume just below the earlobe from behind with fingers resting gently on her hips crowd...
it's
I think if I look closely I can see La Jolla from Manhattan through that gown
Epa,
Who is she?
Rene Russo, and if you haven't seen the dance scene from the Thomas Crown affair then you ain't seen schtupping with clothes on...
But I say to you that whoever looks on a woman to lust after her has already committed adultery with her in his heart. - Matthew 5:28
Anonymous,
No kidding?
I'm screwed .. so much for the New Testament and the Quran .. do we have a talmudic scholar in house to save my soul if my mind 'wanders'?
Well, of course, I am leading you astray, Epa, so my my sin is even worse.
Of course, I am trying to make a point about Western Civilization here, but I know that falls on a lot of deaf ears.
A point being,,, our hell is their heaven? A place of pointless dissolution in sex and alchohol .... or is it...
thinkin ain't doin'
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