RIP John Hughes

As you've no doubt heard, John Hughes died today at the age of 59. In some ways this is more bizarre and strange to me than MJ's death. I guess it's just that MJ always seemed older while John Hughes wrote for such a young audience when I was young that I feel like should be closer to my age. Or maybe it's just that his movies helped me understand myself and my world in ways that MJ's music, in all its glory and as much as I loved a lot of it, never could.

And so, in honor of John Hughes, the slideshow of movies he brought us that I particularly loved, and a really interesting take on a way that Hughes has affected cultural ideas: a story on bellaSugar about "How John Hughes Made Quirky Girls the Most Beautiful."

A Farewell to Icons

Apparently MJ's death almost crashed the internet. At least according to CNN. Apparently he did manage to affect Google News, Wikipedia, and Twitter... or at least made it difficult to search for anything using any of them.

Given that it's so pretty much everyone on the planet has been talking about these two deaths, it's pretty hard to say anything all that unique or even witty and insightful. But Meagan K (a fellow 20sb member!) had some awesome thoughts on it and managed to sum up some of the best of both, like which colors make the best accessories (white for gloves and red for swimsuits) and so I think all I'll say is that you should read what she said...

Bad things in 3s?

One of my mom's friends - a particularly spiritual woman who enjoys Paganism, being psychic, mysticism, and other non-traditional perspectives on life - claims that bad things happen in sets of three.

So if Farrah Fawcett is one and Michael Jackson is two, who's unlucky number three?

Both those guys were SO young and so iconic to so many, it's terrifying. How could both be lost on the same day?

It's terrifying to think that some day I'll be able to say that I was alive when Michael Jackson was, when he toured around... the same way some people talk about Elvis.