A greedy, fake plastic decade indelibly streaked with teal and pink, its tawdry Spandex flailing in the wind like a flag desperate for nostalgic allegiance from those who either weren't paying attention at the time or were born much later only to repeat the same mistake.
- Rainbow Brite
- Peter Gabriel
- Just hordes of monsters in general
- DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince
- Being stoked about having a CD player and never having to deal with cassettes ever again
All of which did nothing to negate or even weaken my indignation when I became politically aware in the 90s and learned about how fucked up the 80s were, politically if not also culturally.
Like, for example, how we started to define our personal sense of cultural/generational identity primarily through contemporary media consumption.