Phoebe Cates starred in many movies, such as “Gremlins” and “Drop Dead Fred,” but she is best known for her famous pool scene in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High” from 1982.
However, Phoebe Cates left Hollywood more than 20 years ago. Nowadays, she has a regular job that she really enjoys.
Phoebe Belle Cates was born on July 16, 1963, in New York City. When she was a young girl, she went to private schools and studied ballet at Juilliard.
Acting was a big part of Phoebe’s family. Her father, Joe Cates, was a producer and director, her uncle was the president of the Director’s Guild, her brother used to be an actor, and her sister, Valerie, worked in theater.
Phoebe wanted to be a dancer when she was younger, but she had to stop after a knee injury.
At 14, Phoebe Cates started modeling and did pretty well. She was even on the cover of Seventeen magazine four times. But she didn’t really enjoy it and wanted to try something new.
“It was just the same thing, over and over. After a while, I did it solely for the money,” Phoebe said about her short modeling career.
One night, at a party at New York’s famous Studio 54, she met her film agent. After that, she trained with Robert Ravan, who founded The Actors’ Circle in New York.
“I just knew that I didn’t want to go to college. I thought if I could get a few movie roles, it would be a great way to avoid college. Seriously, it’s true,” Phoebe told The Daily Item in 1985.
Phoebe also trained with Alice Spivack at the H.B. Studios. She made her acting debut in 1982, playing Sarah in “Paradise.” Less than a year later, she starred in “Experienced” and then “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” which featured the famous swimming pool scene.
“Fast Times at Ridgemont High” was a big hit with teenagers and became an important part of pop culture. It’s especially famous for one scene that Rolling Stone magazine called “the most memorable bikini-drop in cinema history.”
As a friend of mine said, that scene made a lot of teenage boys’ hearts beat faster than they should have!
In 1982, Phoebe shared her thoughts on acting. “In this business, if a girl wants a career, she has to be willing to strip. If you’ve got a good body, then why not show it?” she said.
“Fast Times at Ridgemont High” had an impressive cast, including future stars like Sean Penn, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Eric Stoltz, and Forest Whitaker.
Jennifer Jason Leigh reflected on the film, saying, “Well, it was a funny thing because we were all so young when we made it. Then it came out and was this big hit. You’d go to the theater, and people would say the lines along with it. People had obviously seen the movie over and over again,” she told The Daily News.
Later on, Phoebe continued working in theater and starred in “Private School” as Christine Ramsey in 1983. She also co-starred in Steven Spielberg’s “Gremlins” in 1984.
Phoebe met Kevin Kline, a well-known theater actor, while auditioning for the 1983 film “The Big Chill.” Although she didn’t get the role, she did meet her future husband.
Kevin was 16 years older than Phoebe, but they didn’t start dating until two years after they first met. Kevin hired Phoebe’s former assistant and asked for help to ask Phoebe out.
In 1989, Phoebe Cates and Kevin Kline got married in New York City when she was 25 and he was 41. They had their first child, Owen Joseph, in 1991 and their daughter, Greta Simone, in 1994.
By 2017, the couple had been married for 27 years, and many people wondered how they stayed so happy together for so long. “We take care of the marriage,” Kline said.
Although Phoebe was successful, she decided to step away from acting after having their children. In the 1990s, she gradually left the entertainment industry.
In 1998, Phoebe told Playboy that she and her husband had agreed to alternate their acting jobs so that their children would always have one parent at home.
Kevin Kline mentioned that even when it was Phoebe Cates’ turn to work, she often chose to stay home with their children. Although she did some acting occasionally, she was more often seen with her husband at red-carpet events, as he continued acting regularly.
In 2005, Phoebe opened a store called Blue Tree near Carnegie Hall. The store sells fragrances, clothing, and gifts.
Phoebe dedicated herself to running the store full-time, often working there personally or searching for new products to sell. Today, you can visit her store at 1283 Madison Avenue in New York City, located on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, where she also lives.
And just so you know, Phoebe still looks amazing!
What do you think of when you hear Phoebe Cates’ name? I always thought she was a pretty good actress, but the first things that come to mind are her shower scene in the cave in “Paradise” and the bikini scene in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”
My Ex-husband’s Wife Threw My Daughter’s Sewing Machine in the Pool – I Didn’t Think Twice About Teaching Her a Lesson
When my teenage daughter saved up all the money she could to buy a sewing machine, she didn’t know that her stepmother would destroy it out of sheer vengefulness. But when I heard the news, I enlisted the help of a close friend to get sweet revenge.
I never thought I’d have to go head-to-head with my ex-husband’s new wife after all the disrespect she’d shown to my daughter over the years, but when she took things too far, I knew I had to act. Let me back up a little.
A stressed out teenage girl | Source: Midjourney
I’m 46, and my daughter, Rachel, is 16. She’s smart, creative, and has big dreams of becoming a fashion designer. She usually lives with me but stays at her dad’s house every other weekend. Let’s just say those weekends aren’t her favorite.
Rachel’s dad, Mark, and I split up years ago. Our relationship now? Civil but distant. He’s always been the “hands-off” parent — more of a buddy than a father. He remarried soon after our divorce to a woman named Karen, and she lives up to the stereotype.
A mean-looking woman | Source: Midjourney
She’s cruel and runs their house like a boot camp, setting strict rules and expecting everyone to follow them without question. Rachel, being independent and headstrong, has always struggled with that.
Karen believes in discipline to an extreme, so my daughter isn’t allowed any spending money and has to work hard for everything. Sadly, Mark isn’t willing to support her financially. His reasoning? “I pay for her schooling and feed her when she’s here, right?”
An unbothered man | Source: Midjourney
So when Rachel told me she wanted to save up for her dream sewing machine, I was proud! My little (okay, not so little) go-getter managed to get a part-time job at a local fabric store, balancing school and work like a champ!
She worked so hard and diligently that I even offered to match her savings to help her get the machine faster! When she finally brought it home, her face lit up, and I knew it had been worth it. It was the first thing that truly felt like hers!
A happy girl with her sewing machine | Source: Midjourney
Enthralled with her new purchase, my daughter spent all her free time working. She really hoped to turn her hobby into a career. But Karen? She wasn’t having it.
“You spend too much time on that thing,” she’d furiously scold Rachel, ignoring how passionate she was about sewing. “It’s a distraction. You have responsibilities in this house.”
I could see the tension growing every time Rachel came home after a weekend there.
An unhappy girl | Source: Midjourney
One Friday, she called me in tears, devastated over something her stepmother had done. When she broke down telling me what had happened, I was livid.
“She threw it in the pool, Mom,” my daughter whispered, her voice shaking. “All because I didn’t wash the dishes fast enough. I tried explaining I’d do them right after, but she didn’t listen and felt I was arguing with her. She just picked it up and threw it outside as a way to punish me.”
I felt my blood boil. “Are you serious?!”
An angry woman on a call | Source: Midjourney
“I’ll be there in a bit, my baby. I’m sorry this happened,” I said, feeling like a kettle about to explode.
I quickly grabbed my car keys and drove over. I wasn’t supposed to take Rachel, as I’d just dropped her off earlier in the day, but I was determined to protect her.
When I arrived, Rachel met me at the front door, tears welling up again. “She said I needed to learn a lesson. Dad didn’t even stop her. He just… stood there.”
My heart broke as I comforted her and walked in to confront Karen.
A woman comforting her child | Source: Midjourney
What hurt the most was that Mark just stood by while Karen destroyed something our daughter had worked so hard for. When Karen saw me, she had that smug look she always wore.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, arms crossed.
I didn’t hesitate but kept my voice steady. “I’m here to get Rachel’s things. You had no right to destroy something she worked so hard for!”
Karen didn’t even flinch. “It was a distraction! She’s too focused on that sewing machine and not enough on her chores. Now that she’s learned her lesson, maybe next time, she’ll listen!”
A woman shouting | Source: Midjourney
Rachel stood behind me, fists clenched. I could see how much this had hurt her, and I wasn’t about to let it slide.
“Karen,” I said, stepping closer, “if YOU think you’re teaching responsibility by ruining something she loves, you’re mistaken. What you’re teaching is cruelty!”
Mark, who had been watching from the kitchen, finally spoke up. “Look, I think you’re overreacting. It’s just a machine, and Karen’s just trying to help our daughter stay on track.”
A man being dismissive | Source: Midjourney
I shot him a glare. “Mark, this is exactly why Rachel barely wants to come here! You let your wife do whatever she wants, and you don’t stand up for your daughter!”
He looked away, clearly uncomfortable, but I didn’t have time for his excuses. I turned back to Karen. “You’re going to regret this,” I said calmly.
“Go get your stuff, Rach. You’re sleeping over at my place,” I told my daughter, looking at my ex defiantly.
“I’ll bring her back if she wants to return,” I informed Mark and Karen, who both said nothing.
An upset woman leaving a house | Source: Midjourney
Furious about how things had gone down, I took my daughter home, and we watched comedies, ate popcorn, and snuggled under a blanket. I hoped this little reprieve would ease her, but I was determined to teach her stepmother a very important lesson.
The next day, I set my plan into motion. A friend of mine, Jason, was an actor, and he owed me a favor. He had an old police uniform from a past gig and knew exactly how to pull off a convincing performance.
A happy man dressed as a cop | Source: Midjourney
We devised a little scheme to give Karen a taste of her own medicine. My daughter’s stepmother worked from home and was practically glued to her laptop. That thing was her lifeline — meetings, reports — everything was on it.
I figured it was time for her to feel what it’s like to have something important taken away. The next day, I filled Rachel in on the plan and explained what part she’d play as we finalized things.
Of course, my feisty teenager was on board, ready to take Karen down and give her a taste of her own medicine! Let me just say that Karen’s screams were worth it.
A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney
On Sunday, we woke up early so I could drop Rachel off at Mark’s house and then pretend to leave. I parked my car out of sight and met up with Jason, who was fully dressed as a policeman.
Jason knocked on their door while I watched things play out from a safe distance.
Karen answered, and Jason launched into his rehearsed speech. “Ma’am, we have an order to confiscate your laptop due to an ongoing investigation.” He flashed some very convincing-looking documents.
A policeman holding a document | Source: Midjourney
Karen’s face drained of color. “What? No! This has to be a mistake!” she screamed in horror, thinking of all the important information she had on the machine.
“I’m afraid not,” Jason said, stepping inside. “I need you to hand it over now.”
I could hear her panicked voice from where I hid. “You can’t just take my laptop! I need it! Everything’s on there — my work, my personal files!”
Jason stayed in character, shaking his head. “Ma’am, I understand this is difficult, but it’s out of my hands.”
A serious policeman | Source: Midjourney
She was almost on her knees, begging Jason not to take what she described as “my life!” Sadly, Karen was one of those people who didn’t believe in saving things on the cloud, so she’d have no access to all the crucial information that helped her do her work.
At that moment, Rachel walked in from behind her through the kitchen with her phone in hand, filming everything. She looked Karen straight in the eye and said, “See? It’s unpleasant to part with something important to you.”
A girl recording with her phone | Source: Midjourney
Her stepmother’s mouth fell open as realization hit! She turned red, her eyes darting between Rachel and Jason. “Wait… is this some kind of joke?!”
I stepped inside then, smiling. “No joke. Just a lesson in empathy.”
Karen’s jaw clenched, and she stammered, “You can’t just—”
“Oh, but I can,” I said, crossing my arms. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to pay Rachel back for the sewing machine, and you’re going to apologize. If not, we’ll upload this video on social media, showing all your friends how you got in trouble with the law. You’ll be a pariah and might lose your company’s trust.”
A serious woman | Source: Midjourney
Karen looked around as if hoping someone would save her, but Mark had gone on a fishing trip the previous day, and she was at my mercy. She sighed heavily and muttered, “Fine.”
She stormed off to grab her checkbook, her face burning with humiliation. She scribbled down the amount and shoved the check into Rachel’s hand. “Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact.
An angry woman handing over a check | Source: Midjourney
My daughter looked at me, and I nodded. “We’re done here.”
We all left together, leaving Karen behind. I told the evil stepmother that my daughter was going to stay with me full-time for a while until she was ready to visit them again.
Rachel let out a laugh the moment we got in the car. “Mom, that was amazing!”
“Sweetheart,” I said, squeezing her hand, “nobody messes with my daughter and gets away with it!”
A happy woman | Source: Midjourney
Since then, Rachel hasn’t spent a single weekend at her dad’s house unless she wants to. They meet on neutral ground now, usually at a coffee shop or the park. As for Karen? She’s been on her best behavior, though I doubt she’ll ever forget that day.
My daughter used the money to buy a brand-new sewing machine, and this time, she’s keeping it right where it belongs — at home, with me.
A happy girl with her sewing machine | Source: Midjourney
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