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people exaggerate so much here

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First a nitpick: Lisa should not be in Mr. Hand's US History class. At least, I don't think she's supposed to be a freshman. While a senior (Brad) being with a freshman isn't unheard of, it seems strange that, since they've been together for two years (and this is said at the beginning of the movie, thus at the beginning of the school year), that he, presumably as a freshman, got together with a sixth grader... or if the 2-year measure is approximate, sophomore Brad got together with seventh grader Lisa. Seems odd. Maybe she just really sucks at history, but then she should have had summer school or something by now. If she is a freshman, or has flunked history class numerous times, it seems a lot more reasonable that Brad, a senior, wants to break up, whether or not they're having sex. Keep in mind, book Brad is a virgin while movie Brad claims that Lisa is good in bed. But anyway, I'm drifting beyond the obvious topics today. So, first... second of all...

what are you people, on dope?

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(Before moving on from sex and feminism, there is a notable detail I should share. Crowwe's screenplay was based on Crowe's book which was based on time spent under an assumed name at the high school he had attended not too many years earlier. That isn't the notable detail. There may be a Hollywood-type reason that movie Stacy is both sexually naive and sexually adventurous... I mean aside from it actually being possible to be both. In the book, its is a girl from out of town--Laurie Beckman--who receives the blow job lesson from Linda, not Stacy. Somewhere in the transition from book to screenplay, I suppose Laurie and Stacy got combined.) But, I want to talk about Spicoli. This is from the book version of his arrival at Mr. Hand's class: Jeff Spicoli, a Ridgemont legend since third grade, lounged against the doorframe. His long dirty-blond hair was parted exactly in the middle. He spoke thickly, like molasses pouring from a jar. Most every school morning, Spico...