I love watching my son react to movies from the 80's. We started watching Weekend At Bernie's, which I remember from years ago as being very funny.I got it from Netflix and didn't say a word to Michael about it, except "It's a comedy."
We started watching the movie and as soon as Bernie "died" Michael's first comment was "The guy is DEAD! He would be STINKING and NASTY!" - totally missing the fun/suspension of disbelief element. We haven't had time to finish the whole movie but I know he's hoping it will perhaps turn into a horror movie and the corpse WILL become bloated and putrid, any minute now.
Of course, when I watch movies from the 80's I just have a flashback, remembering how we all spent so much time getting our hair to look like that.
I used to allot about 20 minutes every morning to my hair, and it wasn't enough time.
I also wore shoulder pads and for once in my life, for almost an entire decade, it looked like I actually had shoulders, not just an enormous skull that appears out of nowhere. Even some of my tee shirts had shoulder pads.
I also used to wear pantyhose every day. If I could recoup all the money I spent on pantyhose over the years I could afford a new car, y'all.
When I hear any of Peter Gabriel's hit songs from the record "So" it's like I time travel right back to the 80's, especially this song:
In Your Eyes
This was me in about 1985, when I had just finished college. Why I wore a skirt to have my photo made with a basset hound, I will never know.
This was actually around 1990. I had lost a bunch of weight. I still have those jeans somewhere. They actually fit me [then], unlike most any other pair of pants I've ever owned.
I could actually dance in them. This is one of my fave dance songs, Stomp, by the Brothers Johnson. That was dance music, y'all, none of this crazy stuff they make now that's a heinous mishmash of rap and old songs ripped up, and nasty lyrics, and I don't know what all. And why do all the girls sing like little girls? And why do the guys [hello Bruno Mars?!] sing like girls??
In the 70's and 80's, people could sing.
If you liked a little more intellectual music there was Peter Gabriel or Sting, or even Kate Bush. Remember Running Up That Hill? Awesome stuff.
[OK JUST SHUT UP YOU PEOPLE YOUNGER THAN MY SHOES! Yeah yeah yeah, I AM OLDER THAN DIRT!]
I used to have to pass inspection before I left the house every morning to go to high school. If I had a hole in my jeans I had to wear something else. Now the kids buy jeans pre-ripped!
Now "ripped" is a good thing.
Now "hot" doesn't mean uncomfortably warm. I still don't like the word "hottie." Ick.
In high school we all wore blazers and knee-length skirts if we wanted to "dress up."
The last time I saw girls at Mike's school "dressed up" they were wearing skirts and dresses so short they were what I'd call gynecologically short. My mother would've had a heart attack before she would've let me leave the house wearing something like that.
Wow, this is turning into an Old Fogie Rant, huh? I don't care.
I hate hearing my son whine about doing projects or papers. He can do most projects in less than an hour, with a computer. I would spend hours in the library, pulling heavy, dusty old books down from the shelves, trying to make 3x5 cards that would magically become a brilliant paper or project. And we had to be quiet in the library. And we had to type our papers on typewriters.
If you had told me when I was in high school that one day I would give my child his own phone to carry around in his pocket, when he was 14 years old, I would've laughed. Michael finds it annoying his phone doesn't do much besides calls and texting. I say want some cheese with that whine, boy?!
Everything was better when I was young. Even big 80's hair.
Now I am going to get an aerobic workout [never hear that phrase any more, huh?!] to one of my fave songs of twenty years ago, She Drives Me Crazy. Listen and bop along, y'all.
