So Kitty triumphantly returned from her trip to Hamburg with a post about something very dear to my heart – the 80s. The decade where the boys wore more make-up than the girls… Okay, the first decade where that happened… Okay, one of the many decades that has happened… Anyway the 80s is a hell of an endurant decade, and has returned so many times, in music style, fashion and so many other ways. Why? Why is the decade that brought us neon legwarmers, ALF and Jem (look them up kids) one that people are determined to bring around again? The real question is, why not?
The 80s was a fun time. Sure, half the world was at war and threatening nuclear strikes and the other half of the world was scared to death about one of those nukes missing and hitting them, but the things we did in order to forget that nasty little fact were fun. These are the things people desperately try to bring back in a world where sardonic laughter is the most fun we tend to have. The feelings from the 80s are what the people who lived through that decade want to return, yet they never will. To have the good things feel as good as they did we must experience the bad again. And no-one wants to remember that. The 80s taught us all some valuable lessons, some of which we may not even count as lessons to most people as they were delivered via movies and television, which stayed with us for years. But people just want to bring back the clothes or the music?
Yeah, this post turned out a little whiny didn’t it? Time has moved on. The 80s is all the good things we remember and all the bad things we try to forget, yet we define it in our minds as a magical time where nothing ever went wrong because it’s easier for us to think that way and see the decade in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. So I’ll stop writing now but not before I leave you with something a little special. Something that I remember from the 80s, and a lesson well learned.
Dear Mr Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice an entire Saturday for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy trying to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us – in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But we found that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
The Breakfast Club