June 27 12

My husband plays a lot of hockey in the late evenings. A lot of hockey. I would never ever ever suggest to him that he play less hockey—he loves it, it’s great exercise, and let’s face it, I am more than perfectly happy to be in control of the remote for a little while.

Last night he came home just before midnight and I was doing, um, pretty much exactly what I am doing every time he comes home from hockey—working, skype chatting with my favorite people, drinking peppermint tea, and watching Dirty Dancing.

(And by Dirty Dancing I really mean Dirty Dancing, The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Footloose, Say Anything, Some Kind of Wonderful, Can’t Buy Me Love, St. Elmo’s Fire.)

(See also: REALITY TV)

(See also: really crappy rom-coms. Catch and Release anyone?)

But last night’s 1980s teen angsty movie of choice was Dirty Dancing.

It was also Saturday night’s choice too. Don’t judge.

My husband walked in with a giant container of hot wings, guffawed loudly, and took a seat beside me.

“Wait…who is she?”

“And who is he?”

“He totally just checked her out in the car while she was changing. Dirty bird!”

“Who is the father of that baby? Swayze?”

“Oh, and her father is doctor. I see. And he doesn’t know that Swayze isn’t the father?”

Before either of us knew what was happening


It was so heavenly.

That was, of course, until the danceslashsex scene. You know the one. The one that comes after the “Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of who I am, of what I saw, of what I did. And most of all, I’m scared of walking out of the this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.”


And then he kind of lost it at the absurdity of the whole dance number.

“Because that’s what would happen in real life. A dance sequence. He wants her. She wants him. It’s…forbidden love. And yet…they are going to dance first. Shirtless. In his bedroom.”

“Yeah. Stop reading too much into it.”

“Also, she’s wearing white pants. Aren’t you judging her?”

“It was the 60s.”

“…and they are STILL dancing. Oh wait…now she’s dancing around him.”

“Well thanks for ruining *that* for me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“What’s next? You going to ruin the birthday cake on the table scene at the end of Sixteen Candles?”


“I’m never letting you watch another one of my cheesy 80s movies again!!!”


“Don’t think I didn’t see what you did there.”



  1. Ha! Clever dude. Was that really his first time watching Dirty Dancing?! How did he manage that?

    Comment by Sandy on June 27, 2012
  2. That’s impressive that he got that far into it. My husband just rolls his eyes and leaves the room when I’m watching my 80s trash.

    I hope this doesn’t ruin the birthday cake scene for you but as much as I love Sixteen Candles, that scene bugs me. No matter how many times I watch it, I can’t help worrying about her dress catching fire when she leans over. All that crinoline and taffeta must be really flammable.

    Comment by Danielle on June 27, 2012
  3. For the record, he did not watch from the beginning! He walked in in the middle and watched about 15 minutes 😉

    Comment by alimartell on June 27, 2012
  4. He’s a smart man. Not that I’d do that – I actually love those movies – but he was very sneaky.

    Comment by Avitable on June 27, 2012
  5. This is me, totally judging you, Adam.

    Comment by Gav on June 27, 2012
  6. I can’t help it – honorary vagina, remember?

    Comment by Avitable on June 27, 2012
  7. I don’t understand how he’s never seen any of them. Especially being married to you.

    Comment by Kristabella on June 27, 2012
  8. Dirty Dancing – never seen
    The Breakfast Club – seen it many times
    Pretty in Pink – never seen
    Sixteen Candles – seen it many times
    Ferris Bueller’s Day Off – seen it many times
    Footloose – seen it many times
    Say Anything – never seen
    Some Kind of Wonderful – never seen
    Can’t Buy Me Love – seen it once
    St. Elmo’s Fire – never seen

    Comment by Gav on June 27, 2012
  9. Because I watch them when he’s not around!

    Comment by ali on June 27, 2012
  10. I’ve seen almost all of those with you, and I only see you a few times a year!

    Comment by Kristabella on June 27, 2012
  11. Okay, my reaction to reading that quote is totally embarrassing. Now I need to go find Dirty Dancing. Dammit, I love that movie.

    Also…St. Elmo’s Fire is, BY FAR, the most underrated of all of those films. God, I love that one, too.

    Comment by Meghan on June 27, 2012
  12. Dirty Dancing is my guilty pleasure. Has been since Grade 3. I hacked into my sistet’s Netflix acct a few weeks ago and watched it on a Saturday night when my husband was out. Only to find out Netflix tells you the next time you log on what you recently watched-Busted 🙂

    Comment by Renee on June 27, 2012
  13. At least there where no Corey Feldman Movies in there.

    Comment by Corey Feldman on June 28, 2012
  14. Some films never come obsoletes. I don`t know of other movies from that year that I still like to watch today. Dirty Dancing and Back to Future I think that are the best from past years.

    Comment by Receta on June 28, 2012
  15. Yup, Dirty Dancing was the last movie I watched when my hubby was out playing poker.

    Comment by Robin on June 28, 2012
  16. this movie is very interesting, when you have free time I would definitely’ll take the trouble to see.

    Comment by Geek on June 29, 2012
  17. This is why I can’t stay in the room for action movies, you know the ones where they forget the invention of the cell phone because it would negate the need for a car chase across town.

    Comment by Melizzard on July 6, 2012

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