Christian had a thing for Tony Curtis so he brought over "Some Like it Hot" and "Sporadicus".

Clueless was released fifteen years ago yesterday.

I remember seeing the big cardboard cutout of Di, Cher and Tai at the local movie theater and wanting to see the film so badly. It was 1995, which meant I was only eight at the time, but I knew this movie was IT. To my despair, I had to wait two years to see it since the tagline, "Sex. Drugs. Popularity. Whatever." was deemed a little too mature for me. I finally got to watch this film on VHS afterschool in my friend's room and thought it was the coolest film I had ever seen. Granted the copy that I owned and watched over and over was one I had recorded from TV, complete with '90s commercials, so much of the film was censored. It wasn't until I actually bought the DVD about four years ago that I realized they were smoking ganj at the Valley party. Really, everything went completely over my head since my little fourth grade self knew nothing about weed, sex, drinking, or that Christian was obviously gay, but none of that matter. I felt so cool and mature watching Clueless over and over again, and as I fell in love with Cher's world, I started using the lingo, writing with feather pens, and dreaming about having a rotating closet.

That was 1997, but nothing has changed my opinion of Clueless. In fact, I love it even more. It's practically a whole new movie to me now that I can understand the humor in parts like Cher saying, "That's Ren and Stimpy. They're way existential". But even though it's 2010 and I have a different understanding of the film, some things never change.

It's still in my top ten favorite films of all time.

I still have a crush on Paul Rudd.

I still listen to I'm Just A Girl, especially when driving.

And I'm still holding out for that rotating closet.