I grew up in the 80's. From 7-17 years of age was the time I spent in the 80's. The decade of swatch watches, glam-rocker-big-hair-bands, New Wave, aquanet, Breakfast Club, polka dots, American Bandstand, neon, splatter paint, frosty pink lipgloss, blue eye shadow, flashdance, legwarmers, Smurfs, friendship pins, M*A*S*H fortune telling, jelly bracelets, atari, MTV, Ray-Bans, Let's make a Deal, roller skating, pop rocks, wine coolers, the Cosby show, and on and on. Oh yeah, don't forget Oingo Boingo. My first concert in 1987.
I recently relived the 80's at an 80's party my cousin hosted. I found it strangely comforting to dress up in 80's clothing & jewelry, listen to Devo, eat nachos with thick orange wanna-be-cheese-of-some-kind, and pose for classic eighties portraits. I felt a strange loyalty to this decade for the first time. This is the generation I spent the beginnings of my formative years in, I love all the hideousness of the eighties, and have great memories of this period in my life.
What is funny is that my younger cousins were barely rugrats during the 80's, and seriously do not know of Devo or atari. They still pulled off some kick-bootie costumes though. Rad.
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