Thinking about works of fiction that might be seen as twee and toothless today:
Dinky Hocker Shoots Smack - In this `1972 novel my M.E. Kerr. the title character wrote this about herself on a bathreeom wall. She was hilariously maladjusted and would have been medicated and re-educted in a later era.
Election - I just know some jerkface is going to think a remake is a great idea. The only reason it exists is it was made just before social media took hold of our brains. Same goes for Heathers.
Way back in the dark ages, the schools in Lubbock published phone firectories of every student
. We were limited by the primitive technology of land lines. It didn't stop my friend, D. from informing me that all we had to do was hit *69. (She never met a diirty joke she didn't like, either.)
So when someone made a habit of calling me to congratulate me for being the ugliest girl in Lubbock, she got the number and enlisted her big borther, a popular cadet at College Station, to give their Daddy a call. See, when we found out who it was, we knew their brothers wanted to go to Aynem and they were courting D.'s brother for social capital. To be so big and proud of it, Texas is awdyl small in other ways. Anyway. D.'s Daddy's old green pickup got revved up that particular day because they were stupid enough to call during Spring Break. We thought it was funny. D.'s Daddy tried to be appropriately put out, but he loathed the family in question and always shook their hands extra hard at church.
D. the daughter of an SBC pastor, went on to open an occult store in San Antonio. (Next time, on Young Sheldon...)