My Generation

Gavin has started describing anything that is old, as having happened or been built "way back in the eighties". Of course, being a proud member of the Eighties generation, I take offense to my generation being used as the new, old. Especially when so many great things were brought about during this time. Lets look back, shall we?

I graduated with the Webster High School class of 1989. I have very fond memories of walking the halls of dear old Webster High in my acid washed jeans, Izod shirt, and my Swatch watch (complete with Swatch guard) on my way to band practice. Of course, the band I was in at the time was not playing any of the great songs by the timeless artists Flock of Seagulls, Culture Club, A-Ha, or Falco. I would have to wait until I was back in my car and could pop in a Memorex to listen to these greats.

Once I was home from school, I'd clear my sisters Cabbage Patch and Strawberry Shortcake dolls off the couch so I could catch the latest wisdom being sold by Bartles & James. Once into the latest episode of the A-Team, I would hate the frequent questioning of those wanting to know "where's the beef"?

Friday nights would always be something special, as my friends and I would put on our shiniest pair of parachute pants, comb back the mullet, throw on the Members Only jacket, and head over to the movies to check out what was showing. Ghostbusters, Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller, Caddyshack, and Valley Girl we always big hits.

Then, it would be back to the house to curl up for some quiet time with my Rubiks Cube (check out this cool online version).

With all of these great, lasting contributions from my generation, I still can't figure out how Gavin can think of any of it as old. Maybe I just need to get him some parachute pants....