The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: Eighties Party!

The music, the fashion, the rise of fantasy as a genre, the cheesy movies, the trend of tanned babes wearing pastel-coloured lipstick...
 
The music,
Every decade of my life has had some good music. I went to a lot of concerts (not as many as during the 70's though), but in retrospect, not much creativity. As least it was a bounce back from disco.

the fashion
Isn't the decade of the designer jeans? Or am I misremembering? I don't remember much else notable in design. I have much stronger associations with the 60's (mod) 70's (leisure suits) and the 90's (grunge -- also known as the way I have dressed since the 60's)

the rise of fantasy as a genre
Or from another perspective, the decline of fantasy as a genre into crappy epic fantasy.
the cheesy movies,
Like music, every decade has good movies. Almost all the 80's movies were cheesy, although I enjoyed many of them. The late 60's/early 70s's and the mid nineties had better movies the any stretch of the 80's.

the trend of tanned babes wearing pastel-coloured lipstick
I think of tanned babes as more a 70's things. I don't remember the lipstick, but that wouldn't have been my thing. I'm more into the classic hippy woman with long brown hair.
 
My only nostalgia for the 80s comes from playing GTA: Vice City, so from my point of view it was a decade of dizzying colors, Hawaiian shirts, cassette recorders, and rampant crime.
 
Best decade.

Says you. Worst decade.

WARNING - Bad stuff follows.

'80s parties? I see no mention of cocaine, the root of my divorce.

My ex got sucked into the Hollywood drugs-and-sex crowd. Coke for the high (and libido enhancement), quaaludes to come down to be relaxed enough to take all comers. After hiding her double life for years, she actually invited me to such a party. I was still clueless, and when she was semi-comatose from the quaalude I knew she had taken, I gathered her up (despite protest) and escorted her home. It didn't dawn on me until after we parted ways that the 7 or 8 men gathered in the bedroom were anticipating the train she was about to pull.

A girlfriend of hers later clued me in that she was cycling through boyfriends who'd soon kick her loose after realizing how much of their paycheck was going up her nose. It was only after she was draining our accounts with weekly checks made out to "cash" did I get a notion not all was right; she was having to pay for her own high.

The rest of the decade for me was spending about as much money for therapy to rid my head of the demons she left. It was a rough time.

I now return you to your regularly-scheduled gallimaufry.
 
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Says you. Worst decade.

WARNING - Bad stuff follows.

'80s parties? I see no mention of cocaine, the root of my divorce.

My ex got sucked into the Hollywood drugs-and-sex crowd. Coke for the high (and libido enhancement), quaaludes to come down to be relaxed enough to take all comers. After hiding her double life for years, she actually invited me to such a party. I was still clueless, and when she was semi-comatose from the quaalude I knew she had taken, I gathered her up (despite protest) and escorted her home. It didn't dawn on me until after we parted ways that the 7 or 8 men gathered in the bedroom were anticipating the train she was about to pull.

A girlfriend of hers later clued me in that she was cycling through boyfriends who'd soon kick her loose after realizing how much of their paycheck was going up her nose. It was only after she was draining our accounts with weekly checks made out to "cash" did I get a notion not all was right; she was having to pay for her own high.

The rest of the decade for me was spending about as much money for therapy to rid my head of the demons she left. It was a rough time.

I now return you to your regularly-scheduled gallimaufry.
Yeah unfortunately there is no decade where the hard-partiers come out okay.
 
The wildest party I went to in the 80s, was an ice cream, pizza party in kindergarten, which was how my parents found out that I was still at least mildly lactose intolerant.

Fun party from my fuzzy memories, and I didn't have any accidents at school.
 
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