Growing up in the 80s
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The confluence of music and attraction. This is part 1 of what will probably turn into a three part saga, LOL. I have to broadcast a warning before anyone reads this. And maybe I am being presumptuous but… if I have dated you, loved you, lusted after you, or had any romantic or semi-romantic relationship… Read more
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Just a small sampling of songs we sang at the top of our lungs! Back in the day as they say, and by that I mean the early 80s, us Gen Xers had our own Christmas songs- and we freaking loved them. For one, you could only hear them during the month of December. No… Read more
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Back to school, 1980 style. Exactly forty five years ago, September 1980, I began my freshman year of high school. Ninth grade. I was fourteen years old and generally a sassy pain in the ass. At least I was to the extremely patient and generous adults in my life. Thank God they were able to… Read more
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From turntables, boom boxes, to the Walkman and the Discman, it’s back to a record player for me. Growing up Gen X, there was nothing quite as cool as your record player. Except maybe your boom box. But listening to record albums on a turntable was the ultimate and best music experience next to an… Read more
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Well, maybe just a little. I want to challenge that whole trope about Gen X being raised on hose water and neglect. It’s out there in the inter-web-verse that Gen X grew up feral. I mean, yes, we did drink from the garden hose, but from someone who’s lived the Gen X lifestyle, let… Read more
