THE VIRGIN SUICIDES at 25 remains a dreamy memory of girlhood – Moviejawn

by Chelsea Alexander, Staff WriterAs a teenage girl with a Tumblr, frames from The Virgin Suicides were undeniably unavoidable. There was a hazy dreamy yet soft melancholy to the aesthetic that was constantly reblogged over and over again. Without even watching the film or even reading the popular book written by Jeffrey Eugenides, any girl with internet access in 2010 had quotes memorized. Yes, I had a Tumblr in high school, and yes, I was aware of The Virgin Suicides—but I didn’t read the book or see the movie until my sophomore year. There was a girl, and I was obsessed with her. She was quiet, kind of plain, and yet there was this effortless mystique about her I couldn’t shake. One day in one of our classes she sat next to me, and then the next day she did the same. Each day thereafter we’d talk about Elliott Smith and the kind of existential dread that felt romantic when you were sixteen. And even as we began to become close there were still parts that were so far out of reach. One day, she had a book on her desk. She said it was her favorite: The Virgin Suicides. She
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