You might be a child of the 80's if... 
      
      
 

 
You wore anything Izod, especially those windbreakers 
 that folded up into  a pouch you could wear around your 
 waist.
 
You owned a Jordache anything, or you remember when 
 Jordache jeans were cool.
 
In your sophomore class picture, you're wearing an Izod 
 shirt with the collar "up."
 
Your "dressy" wordrobe centered on pastels and linen 
 blazers - guys included.
 
You know, by heart, the words to any "Weird" Al 
 Yankovic song.
 
You remember when Madonna was just htting the scene. 
 
The Brady Bunch movie brought back cool memories. 
 
"The Reflex" was a cool song.
 
You remember "Battlestar: Galactica." 
 
Three words: "Atari,"  "Apple," and "Pong." 
 
You remember the days that hooking your computer into 
 your television wasn't an expensive option that 
 required gadgets - it was the ONLY option.
 
You remember the original version of Windows: Macintosh. 
 
You remember the days when "safe sex" meant "my parents 
 are gone for the weekend."
 
You thought "Wierd Science" was a masterpiece. 
 
You remember any or all of the following:
 
Echo & the Bunnymen, Cutting Crew, Scritti Politti, or 
 Orchestral Meneouvers in the Dark.
 
Chevy Chase was really funny in those vacation movies. 
 
You remember "Friday Night Videos" before the days of 
 MTV.
 
A predominant color in your childhood photos is 
 "plaid."
 
While in high school, you and all your friends 
 discussed elaborate plans to get together again at the 
 end of the century and play "1999" by Prince over and 
 over again.
 
You remember when music that was labeled "alternative" 
 really was.
 
You took family trips BEFORE the invention of the 
 mini-van.
 
You rode in the back of the station wagon and you faced 
 the cars behind you.
 
You've recently horrified yourself by using any one of 
 the following phases:  - "When I was younger"  - "When 
 I was your age" - "You know, back when..."  - "Just 
 can't (fill in the blank) like I used to"
 
Schoolhouse Rock played a HUGE part in how you actually 
 learned the English language.
 
You're starting to view getting carded to buy alcohol 
 as a GOOD thing, and you're ready to marry the next 
 person who cards you when you want to buy cigarettes. 
 
You ever dressed to emulate a person you saw in either 
 a Duran Duran, Madonna, Rick Springfield, or Cyndi 
 Lauper video.
 
You actually know who Rick Springfield is. 
 
You remember with pain the sad day when the Green 
 Machine hit the streets and made your old Big Wheel 
 quite obsolete.
 
The phrase "Where's the beef?" still doubles you over 
 with laughter.
 
You remember when film critics raved that no movie 
 could ever possibly get better special effects than 
 those in the movie TRON.
 
You jammed to the Miami Vice theme and thought Jan 
 Hammer was cool.
 
You wanted to move to Hawaii because that's where 
 Magnum lived.
 
For the girl crazy bunch: Your first seuxal dream 
 occurred to thoughts of Jeannie, Marsha Brady, Samantha 
 from Bewitched or, for those hardcore comic fans out 
 from Bewitched
 there, Daphne from Scooby Doo, Josie or any one of her 
 Pussycats
 
And for the boy crazy bunch: You thought Sean Cassidy 
 was "dreamy", lusted after "Ted, your ship's 
 photographer" on the Love Boat and Chachi, or, to keep 
 it fair to the comically interested, thought Fred was 
 just a hunk on Scooby Doo.
 
Your hair, at some point in time in the 80's, became 
 something which can only be described by the phrase "I 
 was experimenting."
 
Guys: You remember when a guy piercing his ear was 
 radical to the max, but did it anyhow.
 
This timeline appropriately describes actual events in 
 your life: Star Wars opens, you are still in single 
 digit ages, and you think the creatures are WAY cool. 
 Empire Strikes Back opens, you are now in early double 
 digit ages, and you are convinced that the special 
 effects are much better, the characters are cool, and 
 you want one of every collectible out there. Return of 
 the Jedi hits the theaters...you are now a teenager, 
 and you cannot get your eyes off Princess Leia's 
 breasts/Han Solo's butt.
 
You've ever shopped at a Banana Republic or Benetton, 
 but not in the last five years, okay?
 
You actually remember Benetton.
 
You're starting to believe (now that it wouldn't affect 
 YOU) that maybe having the kids go to school year-round 
 wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
 
You're doing absolutely nothing with anything 
 pertaining to your major degree.
 
You ever wanted to be gagged with a spoon.
 
 U2 is too "popular" and "mainstream" for you now.
 
You spent endless nights dreaming about being the 
 Bionic Woman/Man or Wonder Woman/the Incredible Hulk. 
 
You remember "Hey, let's be careful out there." 
 
You ever wanted to learn to play "Stairway to Heaven" 
 on the guitar and choreographed "Dancing Queen" by 
 yourself in your room.
 
You know all the words to the double album set of 
 Grease. "All-skate, change directions" means something 
 to you.
 
You ever rang someone's doorbell and said "Landshark." 
 
You bought a pair of Vanns and wanted to order a pizza 
 in history class so you could be just like Jeff Spicoli 
 in Fast Times as Ridgemont High.
 
You owned a Trapper Keeper.
 
You remember when there was only "G, PG and R", none of 
 this PG-13 crap.
 
You learned to swim about the same time Jaws came out 
 and still carry the emotional scars to this day.
 
Wonder twin powers, activate . . . form of a an 
 iceberg, shape of a hammer.
 
You remember when your cable TV box had a sliding selector switch
 accordingly.
 
You actually believed everything Leonard Nimoy told you on "In
 Search Of..."
 
Your jaw would ache by the time you finished those "brick-sized"
 packages of Bazooka gum.
 
Bo and Luke Duke.
 
VCR's cost $1,000.
 
There was nothing strange about Bert n' Ernie living together.
 
Rotary dial telephones.
 
You anxiously awaited "That's Incredible" with Fran Tarkenton and
 John Davids
 
You were unsure if Diet Coke would ever catch on, after all, look
 at Tab.
 
This rings a bell "and my name, is Charlie.  They work for me."
 
 
 
 

 From: Karen
 
 

Wil Stark, wstark04 (at) pobox _dot_com

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