Over at Hyperbole, Jim Haefele reminisces about what he refers to as his decade. Well, we can’t choose the time and date of our own birth and one’s own memories always end up entangled with the cultural detritus of the period, plus he’s in Tunisia and I know when you are away from home, it doesn’t take much to stir up some warm associationsbut I can’t think of a way to let the guy down easy. The ’80 sucked rocks. I was moved to write a little screed in his comments:
I hate to tell you this, man, but the ’80s were the worst decade of the last handful, the utter bottom of the worst aspects of the ’70s, the beginning of the worst parts of the ’90s, plus shoulder pads and a Flock of Seagulls.
You know Reagan was president the entire time I was in college! What a nightmare.
There’s a reason SNL had that mutant goat boy hosting their spoof MTV ’80s nostalgia show. I know the ’70s is played out and the corpse of the ’90s is still smelly, but I don’t think I will ever feel nostalgia for cousin Balki or Hands Across America.