When I was a young, impressionable 12 year old girl, life as I knew it changed forever. Something huge happened. Something so big, I will never, ever forget it. Footloose was released.
You all remember, right? Oh, it’s just me then. Well, Footloose is a movie in which Kevin Bacon plays Ren, a hip, city-slickin’, high school kid who moves with his Mother to a town that’s so small that racing tractors is what you do on a Saturday afternoon. A town so tiny, that playing chicken in your pick-up truck, with a semi, is what you do after church. A town so minuscule, that because some kids died in an accident after a night of dancing, they outlaw the hustle completely.
But, that was all before Kevin Bacon comes to town to save everyone from their tango-less existence. He rescues “the girl” from her abusive boyfriend, gets the town to overturn their silly law (Note to self: When trying to get something accomplished in the bible belt, quote Ecclesiastes in a town hall meeting). But, over and above all else, he teaches Christopher Penn how to dance.
Let me remind you, I was 12. Kevin Bacon was a teenage rebel, with a cute, spiky haircut and some fine moves. So, I did what any girl would do…I saw the movie 40 times and plastered his picture over every square inch of my room. That dude was the cat’s meow. Enough said.
My crush on Kevin Bacon came only after Jack Wagner. Quit laughing. And, Jack came after Greg Brady, the members of Night Ranger, and every cast member of The Outsiders. As it turns out, my husband closely resembles one of those Brat Pack fellas. Who’s laughing now?