I think about Pretty in Pink at least once a day. Be it because of Molly Ringwald's presence, or a longing for my adolescence. And I can't think of this movie without wondering why, OH WHY she picks Blane the bland at the end, and not Duckie. Duckie the perfect, stylish, keen, attentive best friend. Duckie who is NOT gay, and could very well go out with her.
Today, I won't show you tons of photos of Duckie, assuming you all have mental images of him, but I will remind you of one of the best scenes ever in the history of teen films:
Any guy who does this is a winner, really.