Sooner or (35 Years) Later
It’s funny. I post about a lot of things on this blog. Some of them are about the process of writing and publishing while others are controversial appeals for civil rights. However, no matter what posts have their ups and downs in popularity the tongue-in-cheek one I did on how Sooner Or Later Ruined My Life constantly gets attention.
Last night I re-watched Sooner or Later to gain a more realistic, adult perspective of its impact on my life. Satire again hit, because if I took my findings too seriously I would need therapy. Think I’m kidding?
Warning: You might want to look up the number for a good shrink first.
Realization 1: My writing career began the night this film aired.
Sooner Or Later begins with thirteen-year-old Jessie ignoring a lecture on the birds and the bees to read a romance novel. When I was Jessie’s age I baulked at this scene. Fast-forward and I’ve published three romance novels. Considering how I felt about what she was reading, should I still be proud of my accomplishments? *shudder*
Realization 2: I thought this film only got me addicted to rocker boys. Wrong!
Jessie spends what must be a small fortune at the makeup counter in an attempt to look older. I did the same thing except I did it in the drug store. How did she get the money to buy makeup from a department store? Shoot, I still cringe when I whip out my credit card at the Estee Lauder counter, though now I don’t do it to look older. I’m such a sucker, too. A rep even calls me two weeks before the promos happen so I can preorder. You know what the dealers say about hooking kids early? Clearly it works. It’s going to be very difficult not to start calling Jessie, “The Pusher.”
Realization 3 is a by-product of Realization 2: This is why I think I can afford expensive face goo. If a 16 year old without a job can, surely I can as well.
Realization 4: Caroline is brilliant!
I once thought Jessie’s friend, Caroline, was pretty ridiculous. However, I have come to appreciate her genius. The scene where she talks and about kissing her dentist with her arm seems so juvenile, but just imagine having that opportunity now with a hot actor or musician that you have had a crush on for years. Caroline is definitely not the silly friend she appears to be. She has the dual role of being the goofy little sister type and the adult voice of reason.
“Older boys aren’t like younger boys. They are like men, only younger.”
I totally get that statement now! Caroline is so worldly!!!
Realization 5: Sooner Or Later was the original version of The Rules.
When Michael takes Jessie home from that second lesson she teaches us the art of playing hard to get, yet it is done in a way that is endearing and makes it acceptable. Yep! You go, girl! Condition us! Show us the way! That scene is like the freakin’ Gospel According to Jessie. She seals her destiny as a role model when she pretends to take up running to see Michael again. Nope! I don’t see any hint in here that you should try to impress a guy by being someone you are not. Maybe we can forgive her for lying about her age (Realization 6: So THAT is where I got it from!), but this brings us to Realization 7: (False) impressions are everything. (Yeah, I’m sticking with my earlier statement that this movie ruined me.)
Realization 8: Jessie is a musical genius!
After two lessons not only does Michael parade her to his friends like she is the queen, she is also good enough to sit in with the band. No wonder why I always expect to pickup my guitar and magically sound perfect.
I had to stop there, because my mind was spiraling out of control. Jessie was becoming a false deity, and a padded cell was calling me. However, before I could hit the stop button Jessie’s dad became the jailer that slammed my cell door shut. To paraphrase him, “16 year-old girls are older now. They are 45.” Yeah, if you put me in Jesse’s place that is kind of true. However, with me it’s sort of a circular argument, because while I am closer to 45 than 16 as far as age goes, I obviously still identify with Jessie a little too well.
Wait, does this mean I am 16 again? I need to get back to that makeup counter!
So, in my revisit of this gem of a film I found that I can’t wait until my daughter is old enough to watch it with me, yet I fear it. Should I let her enjoy Sooner Or Later for all that it is worth or ruin it by exposing what a cautionary tale it is? I’m sure I’ll let her love it so she can make the same mistakes I did. After all, she’s her mother’s daughter and will do that anyway; thus, she will need something to blame. I’ll chime in on that sobbing, cake-devouring scene though. Her waistline will thank me later.