You can take your Stallone and Schwarzenegger — when I think of what real manhood looks like, all I picture is the dimpled chin of one Irwin M. Fletcher. For children of the ’80s, no one defined cool quite like Fletch. He just didn’t give a damn, even if it repeatedly almost got him killed.
Smug. Sarcastic. Works his own hours, often in ratty clothes. You can almost trace an entire generation of slackers deciding who they wanted to be when they grew up the minute Fletch hit the screen. He’s like the Big Bang of disaffected hipsters everywhere. Here are just a few ways that Fletch M. Fletch himself helped create the modern hipster.
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