The 80s

Maybe it was the death of Ronald Reagan recently, or all the music I hear when I am playing GTA Vice City, but the 80s has had a nostalgic re-birth of sorts lately. And it is creepy.

Then I think about all the things that I loved about them days, and that's when it gets creepier. There was the mandatory WWF on Sunday afternoons on TV. The "NEW" coke, AIDS, Pineapple face, Miami Vice, the other Pineapple Face, Birthday parties at shit theme restraunts, etc.

Grant it, I was a kid, and I didnt realise that I was being targetted by all those things that I clearly see now as an adult. They were trying to make us into super-consumers and buy a lot of shit we didnt really want or even need. "If I eat this cereal, and keep practising my breakdancing, maybe, just maybe I'll be cool too. Nice pants.

But it is all behind us. Here, the 80s are making disgusting comeback. But I am too old and boring to buy into it. My problem is that I remember too much of it.

Then the 90s came by, and everyone who enjoyed all of the things above became jaded and depressed despite the best attempts of the MAN to keep us on track. Now we were wearing black and worshipping this tool as our collective spokestool. This is, of course, all retrospect. When we heard he killed himself, I wasn't too surprised. It was a bummer actually, but I didn't have a midnight vigil or anything that lame. I was actually more distraught when Dickenson left Iron Maiden.

But it is weird, isn't it? Everyone seemed pretty content in the 80s and then really pissed off in the 90s. I think we all felt like we were gypped at some point. Oh well, its all complex electro signals in our brains and a few worn-out trinkets from the past in boxes in basements.

And if you don't like what I say, listen to my inner-child.