Is it safe to come out yet? Are the stirrup pants gone… again?
Now, don’t get me wrong; I have enjoyed the latest 80s craze along with my fellow Thirty-somethings. The buffalo check hoodies are even cute, though I just can’t bring myself to sport one. And I’ll never tire of quoting John Hughes movies or singing along to Duran Duran. But I was nine in 1980. I was in high school in the late 80s. It was a time of teen angst and bad hair and even worse fashion decisions. I wasn’t cool, I wasn’t popular, and I certainly wasn’t out partying.
But my twenties, now those were some fun years. The angst was charged with sexual tension and laced with legal booze. You could smoke in a restaurant, and CBGB’s was still a destination for late night road trips to NYC. College was a world in limbo, old enough to be on my own, but not so old that I was expected to act with much responsibility. If acting your age is an art form, my twenties were an experiment in surrealism.
So as our current decade draws to a close, and we put the cap on the eighties craze that has finally found its way into discount stores, I for one am looking forward to a 90s revival. Bring on the flannel.
Are the 80s over yet… again?
Is it safe to come out yet? Are the stirrup pants gone… again?
Now, don’t get me wrong; I have enjoyed the latest 80s craze along with my fellow Thirty-somethings. The buffalo check hoodies are even cute, though I just can’t bring myself to sport one. And I’ll never tire of quoting John Hughes movies or singing along to Duran Duran. But I was nine in 1980. I was in high school in the late 80s. It was a time of teen angst and bad hair and even worse fashion decisions. I wasn’t cool, I wasn’t popular, and I certainly wasn’t out partying.
But my twenties, now those were some fun years. The angst was charged with sexual tension and laced with legal booze. You could smoke in a restaurant, and CBGB’s was still a destination for late night road trips to NYC. College was a world in limbo, old enough to be on my own, but not so old that I was expected to act with much responsibility. If acting your age is an art form, my twenties were an experiment in surrealism.
So as our current decade draws to a close, and we put the cap on the eighties craze that has finally found its way into discount stores, I for one am looking forward to a 90s revival. Bring on the flannel.