It always starts small. A little thing that you brush off, thinking, Surely we have learned our lesson There are pictures, solid evidence of tragic choices. The next generation will know better, we tell ourselves. Such collective stupidity could never happen again.
I am of course, talking about 80’s fashion, something which has been threatening to come back for the last five years.
Now it’s here, an epidemic that has spread beyond the hipster crowd and infected the major population. The environment is replete with skinny jeans, leggings, oversized sweaters, pointy shoes, striped nails and florescent brights. I’ve seen make up ads where the eye makeup has the look of peacock feathers, identical to what I saw in my junior high algebra class.
I mean, look at this:
Give her a mullet and holy Sheena Easton!
This new 80s strain has infiltrated well beyond fashion, creating mutations of childhood cartoon shows released into the public. “Transformers”, “Thundercats”…shows that weren’t even good the first time! Shows that the creators admitted had been designed specifically to sell toys. Yet even with full knowledge of this, the sheen of nostalgia has overwritten objective reality.
I could have stopped my fashion and pop cultural knowledge as a freshman in high school and been perfectly up to date now.