He didn't even go to class, Bueller.

Photo courtesy of Elle.com

Reading MyScoop's recent article on Sloane Peterson's style was a reminder that Matthew Broderick accounts for approximately half the reason I will always stop channel-suffering if Ferris Bueller's Day Off is on.

The other 50%? Effortlessly cool Sloan Peterson and her Ray Ban's.
Duh. Girl crush since age 10.

<--Proof the cool kids didn't have to wear neon in '86. Photo courtesy of ShopStyle.

Like any good journalism major, I Googled her. Findings? She has a real name (Mia, they claim), everyone wants that jacket, and then I found this article. Which I shall hence regurgitate here because it's funny:

THE GUIDE TO BEING SO CHOICE aka "How Sloane Peterson from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Taught me how to be an Awesome Girlfriend."

Get along with his friends. If you don’t get along with his friends you are done. seriously. That is number 1. Even if you think his friends are uptight weirdos or hypochondriac freaks, HEY, he is friends with them for a reason, so cut the crap. You’ve probably got some weird friends too...

Rein him in, but only when necessary. You are his girlfriend, not his mother. If he wants to sing to the city on a giant float, let him do it. He’s a big man and he can deal with the consequences. You can nicely remind him, Look, if you do that there might be trouble, but if you throw a b**** fit and give him the silent treatmeant you will look retarded when he has a new girlfriend on his arm from the impressive stunts he’s pulled.

Be funny. “He’s licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.” Simple as that.

Be confident. Look, one of the reasons Ferris loved her was because she was cool and classy lady, she didn’t stress. She uttered the words and believed “He’s gonna marry me.” She probably knows if her boyfriend was running through a backyard and saw 2 girls tanning he probably would stop and say hello, but she also knows that he would spend hours of stress and risk his neck to get her out of school to just see her. Relax. You have him. He’s not going anywhere, and if he talks to other girls who cares--YOU are the one he wants to marry.

Say Eloquent S***. Did Sloane ever use the word “like” as much as you do in your daily conversation? No. Drop the habit that makes you seem like a dumb valley girl and trade it for stellar vocab terms like “warmth & compassion” and “devastatingly handsome.” Once you’ve mastered talking like an adult, you’ll be able to spew pearls of poetry like “The city looks so peaceful from up here…”

Pack lightly. Ever notice how tiny Sloane’s purse was? The bigger the purse, the lamer the girl. Its called baggage for a reason.

Be able to keep up with the boys. Hey, if you’ve got cramps, take a freggin' midol and strap in. You don’t ever wanna be the girlfriend who is a drag and never wants to go out. A girl who can say she cruised with the top down in a convertible, swung by the Stock Exchange, and took in a Cubs game all in one day, is sorta girl who you wanna keep around.

Look bad-a in a jacket with fringe. The End.