I *heart* Ethan Hawke

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“There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a… a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know… a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle… and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. ” Troy Dyer (Reality Bites)

I just finished watching Reality Bites which resulted in flashbacks to 15-year-old Katie. She was a funny teenager. Frizzy, home permed hair dyed a deep red. Huge Tori Amos fan. Doc Martin wearing. Social cigarette smoking. Angsty poem writer. Lover of Ethan Hawke.

I still love Ethan, but watching Reality Bites tonight really made me see how my tastes have changed. When I was 15, I adored Troy Dyer Ethan. His long hair and scruffy facial stylings (what would you call that attempt at facial hair?). I loved all the deep crap he spouted. His band’s name was oh so clever and I really was dying to have a “you, me and five bucks” moment with him (that would of course end in a hot pash).

Now I look at the character of Troy Dyer and I am utterly repulsed. He is a massive slacker. Too cool for school. His moustache looks like an extra set of eyebrows. He talks non-stop existential crap so that he can avoid his dismal reality. The constant drinking of coffee and smoking of cigarettes just makes me think of how awful he would smell. That greasy, long hair repulses me. I actually shuddered each time he dragged his fingers through it. But most of all, I remembered dating a few guys like him back in uni and they were utter TOSSERS.

But it isn’t really that surprising, I guess. It has been 17 years.

I caught the last 15 minutes of Gattaca tonight, also (must have been some Ethan Hawke movie thing going on?). I really dig Vincent/Jerome Ethan. He is flawless (well, his externals are….the whole movie is about his flawed genetics, really. But that is matter for a more serious blog post). His beautiful shiny, short hair. The tailored suits. Clean shaven….

I never though of myself of having a “type”, but I guess I do as my husband most definitely has short shiny hair, wears tailored suits and is clean-shaven at all times.

Wow. I’ve come a long way since I was 15.

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  2. Katie! The 15 year-old girl you described up there was me, albeit brown frizzy curls instead of red ones! And i ADORED Reality BItes. I remember taking cans of diet coke and Dunhill blues up to the park in Toora where i knew I wouldn’t be seen (!) and thinking how cool and Winona-like I was… Le sigh. Now, that Ethan character is a million hipster slackers I dodge at cafes in Brunswick. Bring me the Ben Stiller character (or someone clean, kind and thoughtful) over the Ether any day. Mind you, Winona is pretty annoying when you watch it too…
    Gosh. Funny watching movies that were the MAKING of your teen years when you’re in your thirties. Kinda makes you realise you do actually change a bit as you get older.
    Scary, really!
    xxx

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