11-14-08

This Has Nothing to do With the Eighties

80s collage project 1, originally uploaded by Sakurako Kitsa.

Walking through Target the other day on a harrowing hunt for non-felt based elf costumes, I wondered down the tights section. Boy did I regret it. There they were, right in front of me: the two most gorgeous pair of shiny metallic tights EVA! One in gold, the other pair in silver. Sweeping them up into my long awaiting arms I began to bounce around and giggle, shouting for my D to come see the goodies the big red hath bestowed upon us. He tried to remove them from my arms, but finding it futile, amputated my arms and we quickly walked away.

Later, I was bored. I ran through surf the channel to see if there were any new episodes of my favorites I had missed (ps. what’s with Bone’s where chick was all like “oh yeah, I was all lesbian for like the week between episodes, but you blinked and missed that). So i decided to click on the ad for the new 90210 show. Vomit. Cross between OC and …um…something else equally vile, I began having flash backs to my Beverly Hills 90210 of youth…so I went a searching only to fall upon an archive of all the BevH 90210 you could ever want. It was like a Wonka Factory full of 80′s goodness: from the hairstyles to the clothing you walk by during your Goodwill Raids. I was really excited for two whole episodes and then couldn’t take another moment of teenage angst and shoulder pads, I fell asleep.

But, like the title says: This Has Nothing to do With the Eighties. Instead, it has everything to do with some of the greatest journalism I have yet to stumble on. It may just be my over exposure to Treasure Coast Journalism talking, but searching the web for party ideas, I came across an article on the Cloverfield movie that excited me.

Two things that kind of made me say “hmmm?” about the whole thing. 1. Cloverfield. 2. It was on the MTV site. It was full of meaty words and definitely not written to cater to the 5th grade mentality like most articles these days (THANK YOU USATODAY!). It was delectable, delicious and lush. It was stunning and made you feel like you were eating cheesecake.

“Who wrote this” she thinks to herself, I should read more of their work…Kurt effin’ Loder! Like THE “This is Kurt Loder with MTV News” creepy old guy from my youth. Sigh. It all caught up to me around then: the eighties were everywhere and I couldn’t escape it. Then I started thinking: what would things like “rad” and “righteous”, “cowabunga” and “eat my shorts” translate to in Lol and txt?

It was all too much, my sanity waning…I’m gonna go get a bad perm now. TTYL! Bye.