i wasn’t lying when i said …
ever since i moved back to the US for good, in 1997, people have always asked me, “man, do you remember ________ [insert 1980's reference here]?” and my answer is almost always the same: “dude, i was in AFRICA. so, no.” in fact, here is a complete list of the only things i remember about the eighties:
tetris.
cindy lauper [2 songs].
rubix cube.
new kids on the block.
cabbage patch dolls.
and
jams.
that’s it, people. chances are, anything else you ask me about, in referring to the eighties, i will give my tired, worn, yet completely true answer: “dude, i was in -”, at which point, if you’ve known me long enough, you’ll sigh exaggeratedly and say, “you ALWAYS say that.”
well, i just found irrevocable proof that i truly am clueless when it comes to pop culture and technology of the eighties childhood: jp’s memories. none, seriously people, NONE of these games, gadgets, or knickknacks strike any recognition in my heart at all. except the garbage pail kids. i was down with those. even IN AFRICA.