Remember when…

In high school and middle school there was always that group of “cool” and “popular” people.  You know, that group.  The guys looked like rejects from 90s boy bands (still!) and the girls had such vibrant complexions that they mimicked the color of radioactive Tropicana. Oh, and the charming personalities that matched.  Their weapon of choice were Justin Bieber smiles and their meat were Oblivious Teachers.  Man, did they have those teachers fooled, charmed.  So proud those teachers were, sooo proud.  Yeah, ‘cause they helped those special ed kids because they were “buddies.” (Side note: could there be a more condescending term of endearment?)  Of course they didn’t start firing off racial slurs the second they turned the corner into a different hallway, don’t be silly.
 But the rest of us, we always had to use scare quotes to describe the “popular” and “cool” because, well, besides their enviable hegemony,  no one really wanted to be them.  I mean, only scary people on reality tv (not real life, naw) chose to be ignorant and stooopid and the shade of orange Crayola would coin as “oompa loompa no. 7,” right?  People have BRAINS, right?

PS. When are they gonna write a plot about a high school where the protagonist isn’t the photogenic jock that’s “different” or the “secretly” pretty nerdette and that doesn’t have to be offbeat in order to be a success (Sorry Napoleon, Ghost World). Basically, a good high school movie that’s actually aimed at high schoolers and (more likely) tweens.
PPS.  Breakfast Club kinda did it.  But I want it to be Bigger.  Like Glee or HSM big. That’s what she said (to her gay boyfriend).