I spent many a Valentine's Day home alone wishing someone would spend his allowance on a ridiculously over-sized teddy bear holding a plush heart that I could perch in the corner of my room as a constant reminder that someone loved me. I've written a letter to that girl.
This is the '80s, and girls aren't like Sandy in Grease, ditching their poodle skirts to impress some guy. No. You're like Molly Ringwald, and guys like you for just doing you.
This brand of nostalgia feels much more real than the fleeting daydream of recess, as if twenty-two year olds truly do want to crawl back into their TVs and live safely tucked inside their favorite 80s sitcoms forever.
Songs running the gamut from Madonna's pop anthems to Public Enemy's political rhymes make the 1980s an undeniably great decade for music. Here at Huf...
I miss nostalgia. The old kind, anyway: mostly private, typically accidental, not always rosy. But nostalgia ain't what is used to be. Nowadays we wea...
Eddie Murphy was funny. Miley Cyrus wasn't even born. Pirates were something you read about in books. The allure of the 1980's is the appeal of a simpler time.