Case in point: This morning, I was shocked to learn this summer marks the 20th anniversary of the movie Dirty Dancing. 20 YEARS!!! Say it ain’t so? Where has the time gone? Seems like just yesterday I was putting on my Marithé & François Girbaud’s, penny loafers and retainer to then jumped in the metro to meet my girlfriends with whom I would make fun of Patrick Swayze with (Even then, I thought he was a has-been in the making). Truth be told, I l-o-v-e- Jennifer Grey. She was the ultimate average girl who just happened to be slightly slutty but loyal and defiant. And in a past life, she had been Ferris Bueller’s sister. Career wise, had Jennifer showed a little skin, she would have gotten an Oscar for her stellar performance though her subsequent nose job was simply stupid. Still the movie remains a reference I the pop cultural stratosphere and as I’ll spend the day numbed by the fact 20 years have gone by so fast, I brace myself for when I’ll realize that it’s actually been 25 years since the releases of Synchronicity and Purple Rain. Centrum, anyone?