Les Jones

Misc > Lore Reads Dear Abby So I Don't Have To

Via Slumbering Lungfish.

DEAR ABBY: I am 10. I was born in 1994. My problem is I really, really wish I had lived in the '80s. I know this sounds stupid, but the style was awesome -- not skanky. The music was great -- not rap. The '80s seem awesome! I mean, they had good songs like "She Blinded Me With Science."

It's bad enough when someone pines to have been born in a different era (almost invariably the Sixties), but it's awful to see a 10 year old kid wish he had been born in the Eighties. The Eighties weren't really horrible or anything, but there's no way in hell I'd prefer a pre-Internet era with minimal Taco Bell penetration.

Eh. Maybe I'm just a bad candidate for that sort of nostalgia. When someone lauds the Sixties and the great music, I figure that living now I can listen to all of that music plus all of the music recorded since. Ain't it grand? Anyway, we can't choose when we're born and there aren't any time machines, so you might as well suck it up and make the best of it.

Then again, this kid's 10. Maybe Michelle Catalano is right when she talks about the latest generation being Generation Repeat, living in nostalgia and retro and shitty movie remakes of shitty TV shows.

(Oh, and the next Dear Abby letter Lore links to is from someone whose mother stole her mail-in ballot and committed election fraud. That Abby sure is keeping up with the times.)