How can I...love somebody else
If I can't...love myself enough to know
When it's time...time to let go
All I really want...is to be happy
And to find a love that's mine...it would be so sweet
It's been thirty whole years, yet no movie of its kind can go punch for punch with The Breakfast Club. No, nimrods, Angela Yee, Envy & Charlamagne didn't come up with the name. If you dunno, the movie examines a full day of Saturday detention with a kid who represents damn near every social circle of high school: jock, pretty (rich) popular girl, nerd, tough guy/outcast, and weirdo/emo. In a nutshell, the day began with expected disdain, verbal altercations and light bullying, but the common goal of getting under the skin of the detention Dean (principal) brought unity to the unlikely comrades. And of course, they all got high together during the movie. But without doubt, the climax came during an intense argument/discussion amongst the five. The jock admitted he was in detention for a prank gone horribly wrong. The punishment woulda been much more severe if he hadn't been a star athlete. What hurt him most is that all his pops cared about was his son being eligible to wrestle, not about the actual offense or even his son from a fatherly standpoint. The jock felt like he was nothing more than a machine his pops lived through vicariously. The popular girl cried, admitting the pressure of being the pretty girl, the popular girl who could never have a pimple or bad hair day. She felt her substance was totally overlooked. The nerd shed tears, admitting that he was tired of being the smart guy, the kid that was always expected to get the "A." The pressure led him to a mini-breakdown. The outcast proved that you shouldn't judge a man without knowing his full history. He admitted to being a lifelong victim of abuse at the hands of his father, a degenerate drunk who got his rec off from hurting his own baby boy. Finally, the weirdo showed she wasn't so weird at all. I'll leave the rest to your viewing pleasure if you have yet to find the time to view one of cinema's all time coming of age pictures.
My message today closely mirrors the movie. We all have a story to tell, a story that none have knowledge of without opening the cover and reading. We aren't made from a cookie cutter, rather, our God made us all unique. But we still have our common traits. The cliche "we all put our pants on one leg at a time" is quite candid. The gods say that nothing is new under the sun. More concisely, we all have our struggles. We all shed tears from time to time. In that, we all will always be alike. What makes us truly unique is how we handle our struggles and adversity. That's what separates us from one another. Not only should you take the time to get to know someone before judging or interpreting, but respect that man for being different. Try it. Help make this corrupt world a better place. Be unbearable.
Within the next few months, The Crew plans to take it to a whole other level. I'm looking forward to UnB sweats. We dropped the hoodies last winter in limited edition and still smooth sold out. We hear you. Round 2 is a must. Our dad hats are still jumping, and skullies are on the way this fall/winter. We're looking damn good right now. We have no intention of stopping.
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