Unfortunately, The Secret Life of the American Teenager is the worst thing I’ve ever seen, so this month’s Ginger has a sort of celebration-handicap, if you will. This doesn’t mean I love Molly Ringwald any less or that she isn’t as important as the Gingers I’ve crowned thus far, though. And, let’s be honest, we all loved her best with John Hughes, am I right? But I digress.
Anyway, I love this lady. Of course, Sixteen Candles was released eleven days before I was born, so I kind of missed her eighties heyday and had to wait until around junior high school for the second wave of those Brat Pack movies to take hold of that day’s youth. The first film of hers I saw was The Breakfast Club and, obviously, I was more of a “Freak” than a “Princess”. Still, you couldn’t totally dislike Claire because of her popularity and prissy demeanor; Molly plays every role sympathetically. She has the uncanny ability to weave through roles that require her to be a nobody (Sixteen Candles), a popular (The Breakfast Club), and a loser (Pretty in Pink) and, somehow, we believe her in all of them. I feel like these character traits are the plight of being a redhead – you’re either a leper or a unicorn. Having such a fiery mane gives you attention, but you never know what kind.
Uh, I feel like my writing sucks today (sorry, Molly! I know you read this!), so just enjoy more pictures.
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