Jason Dean. Quintessential 80s anti-hero. I was almost disappointed when Veronica finally took the high road. They made such a sweet couple, didn't they? JD was so sensitive to both her needs and her limits. And before you get all soapboxy about the Drain-o and the Ich Luge bullets, answer me this: What else is any good boyfriend supposed to do when his girl is feeling melancholy about her choice in friends? None of those Heathers, nor Kurt, nor Ram, was going to sit do

For those Blacklist fans who are wondering if James Spader has always been this swaggish, I offer exhibit A. He was not the rich socialite Pretty In Pink's Andie went for in her bid for angsty star-crossed affection, because let's face it, any guy who can get away with a name like "Steff" and call a girl "trash" to her face right before sleeping with her is not going to fly as a leading man, not even in the '80s. But if you're honest, you'll admit you couldn't take your eye

John Hughes was the master. An OG hipster in a way that didn't make you want to push him down the stairs ... who's tumbling now?? (Just kidding, I heard that somewhere and thought it was funny, but the truth is, I love Tumblr). Anyway, The Breakfast Club was a huge part of my young adult experience. I would watch it over and over (still do) and swear there was really only one person in that room, each kid just an aspect of his or her personality. Because really, I identi