Riding the crimson wave, getting fried, utilizing Kenny G as a compass of cool, straight friends, high schools that harbor coke, the interruption of flying balls as the end of a social life–nothing is quite as rewarding as gradually unlocking irony, innuendos, puns and mature jokes all on your own.


Yes, before anything, Clueless was the most accurate compass of young intellect. How much one had learned, how much one still needed to learn. And–I’m totally buggin’– it seems now that I know everything there is to know about life, so here’s to that.

On Clueless, Man Repeller