Another big celeb is gone. Sixteen Candles director John Hughes, the man responsible for making Molly Ringworm a huge star, died yesterday. It's a tragedy. He helped fuel Dish's deepest fantasies of:1. The homely redhead getting the jock and having him celebrate her birthday after everyone else forgot. 2. The homely redhead getting the snooty rich boy AND having the coolest gay best friend (Ducky was gay, I'm sorry). 3. Marriage to and reproduction with Kevin Bacon.
John's most important feat, perhaps, is his conceiving the idea for Maid in Manhattan, which helps nurture my longheld belief that--yes--I, too, can land a gorgeous Republican politician if I'm a Puerto Rican maid with a big booty.
Blessings on John's coming and going.
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