Nostalgia. Even more so.
Carrie’s journal had a theme of ‘I was a child of the…’ except by freakish coincidence every single entry so far was a child of the 80s and it was getting a bit bland, so I tried to shift it a little bit just so I wouldn’t cross over so much. The comments are a mix of 80s and 90s bits. It is supposed to be every inch cliche, so I really don’t mind if you hate it. And that cliched quality would be the reason the lyrics I ended up going with were ‘we are the world’ and ‘all apologies’. Anyway, all the little bits are listed out below if you are really that curious.
my parents really were hippies.
neon was once acceptable to me.
i considered giving my life to greenpeace.
i often wore my hair in a side ponytail.
my first job involved a drive-thru window.
i spent the first pay check on a pair of dr martens that i still wear.
punky brewster, jem and strawberry shortcake helped make me a feminist.
i remember ‘just say no’, mr yuck and a woman running for vice-president.
‘reality bites’, ‘heathers’ and ‘clerks’ are all classics to me.
dangermouse is one of the best cartoons ever made.
i wore palmless gloves. and made them better with my bedazzler.
you’ll never convince me that michael jackson could hurt someone.
i assumed i would have to go to university to get a job at all.
i thought saturday detention would be like the breakfast club.
ET changed my life. so did ms. pac-man.
i watched the challenger explode. on live tv. in my elementary school.
i have owned many, many flannel shirts.
and wore them under concert t-shirts.
new coke. oh, the devastation. seriously.
lollapalooza was more sacred to me than either woodstock.
espirit, guess and ej gitano were wardrobe staples.
‘electric youth’ was a slogan of generational empowerment. but so was ‘hello. i’m part of the sunshine generation.’
i seriously considered a tattoo of the rainbow brite logo.
dungeons and dragons was first a cartoon and second a game.
i know all the words to ‘i don’t like mondays’ and ‘friday i’m in love’.
i have never sold my atari.
i thought the stock market crash was going to send us into grapes of wrath depression.
i cried at the death of john lennon. and kurt cobain.
she-ra was my role model, kit was my dream car and my ideal boys were part starsky and hutch, part bo & luke duke.
jelly bracelets, shoes and belts were high fashion.
i remember when the muppets were good and am still angry at the travesty that sesame street became after the death of jim henson.
i occasionally wore socks with my birkenstocks in the winter.
my first car was an 88 ford escort. in 1994.
all my teen jobs were for chain stores, which i despised with guilt.
i once owned a garfield telephone like the one they gave away on double dare.
i have never known a world without malls.
my first grade teacher sent me home because i wore a trendy off-the-shoulder shirt.
black and white film has always been an artsy novelty – never a necessity.
i saw marilyn manson when he was just a guy who wore blue jeans and a gap t-shirt and swore a lot.
i remember the first day of mtv and nicklodeon and when the olsen twins were babies.
i saw star wars at the cinema. in a stroller.
i named my dog ‘rio’ after listening to copious amounts of duran duran.
i thought lee press on nails would impress boys.
i had a favourite corey.
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