I Re-Watched Reality Bites and It's Basically a Manual for Shitheads
LatestFew things have shaped my existence more profoundly than the realization, courtesy of the 1994 film Reality Bites, that there are two kinds of women—Janeane Garofalos and Winona Ryders—and that I would never, ever be a Winona. (Other things I discovered painfully, early on, that I would never be: a Shalom Harlow, a Brad from Hey Dude, a Miss Scarlet from Clue, a Delia’s model, or a Penny from Dirty Dancing. Or a Baby from Dirty Dancing, for that matter. Probably not even a Lisa.)
That’s not remotely true, of course; there are a grillion different kinds of women that a person can be, if you want to do something as reductive and weird as sorting human beings into “kinds.” But what I meant at the time—a meaning that would be reinforced by my subsequent decade of chubby, ungainly singledom in our waif-worshiping monoculture—was that some women are flawless and tiny-boned like porcelain nightingales, and the rest of us are lonely, caustic basket-cases in vintage dresses who make jokes all day to cover up our anxiety about having to go to the AIDS clinic. The nightingales get picked; we get settled-for.
That line of thinking fucked me up until I was about 27.
Rewatching Reality Bites in honor of its 20th birthday this week, I nearly cried when it dawned on me: I can’t believe I ever thought I’d rather be Lelaina than Vickie. Not that I don’t still love(/hate) Lelaina the impossible saucer-eyed night-elf, but Vickie’s the only non-dickwad in this entire goddamn movie. I know you’re not really supposed to identify with these characters (I hope you’re not really supposed to identify with these characters), because Reality Bites is a commentary on ’90s slackerism or whatever, but I identify with funny, second-fiddle, lost-at-sea Vickie and I’m pretty sure those teen-feelings have had a tangible affect on how I turned out as an adult. I be’d the Vickie I wanted to see in the world. And you’re not going to trick me into wanting to be Lelaina by dangling that Ethan Hawke-shaped carrot in my face, because Troy is a petroleum-jelly-dipped turd and I make plenty of those already with my butt. Minus the petroleum.
Anyway, Vickie aside, everyone else in this movie is the fucking worst, and the worst thing about them is the stuff they say. (Oh, my bad, Sammy. You’re fine too.) But oh my GOD, as a ’90s teen did I ever want to sit on a fourth-hand couch in a smoke-choked apartment and have these conversations and then eventually get “picked” by an emotionally abusive band guy!!! I had never come across any better thing to want. So, in honor of Reality Bites‘s birthday and my long-deceased naiveté, let’s take a look back at all the garbage words we thought were profound when we were 12. (Spoiler: Most of them come out of Troy.)
1. Lelaina: “I know this sounds cornball, but I’d like to somehow make a difference in people’s lives.”
Troy: “And I’d like to buy them all a Coke.”
Hey, Troy, I get that it’s part of your whole anti-consumerist schtick, and was likely the peak of wit in 1994, but do you ever say anything that isn’t just a corporate slogan parroted back in a sarcastic voice?
Troy: [begins nihilistic seashell poem]
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