I don't understand the seventies, and even a lot of the eighties, for that matter, AT ALL
It's because you're twelve, sweetling.
Wait, no, I don't get them either.
You can't open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like woman, I'm a mystery.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Apr 15, 2005 2:31:46 pm PDT #6116 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Lee - Apr 15, 2005 2:32:45 pm PDT #6117 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Alibelle, I sent you email.
Burrell - Apr 15, 2005 2:36:15 pm PDT #6118 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
My memory of the 80s was that a lot of the fashion was considered a deliberate joke even then. But my memory may be tainted.
Alibelle - Apr 15, 2005 2:37:02 pm PDT #6119 of 10001
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
I also really disliked the grunge of the nineties. I mean, it was called grunge, for heaven's sake. Eww.
It's because you're twelve, sweetling.
So?
Wait, no, I don't get them either.
Exactly.
Alibelle, I sent you email.
Replied!
Lee - Apr 15, 2005 2:37:04 pm PDT #6120 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
My memory of the 80s was that a lot of the fashion was considered a deliberate joke even then. But my memory may be tainted.
That's because ita and Jilli broke you.
§ ita § - Apr 15, 2005 2:38:36 pm PDT #6121 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Well, if 80s fashion was an in-joke, I was on the outside.
I took some of that crap seriously (off the shoulder, dropped waists, and perhaps too much neon).
Yuck.
Grunge didn't make a dent where I was, so no biggie to me.
Aims - Apr 15, 2005 2:40:05 pm PDT #6122 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Big flourescent pink sweatshirt with RELAX!! on it, black stirrup pants, black suede ankle boots. Favorite outfit of 5th grade.
Alibelle - Apr 15, 2005 2:41:10 pm PDT #6123 of 10001
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
Even in the eighties, before I could talk, mind you, I knew what things were ugly. I always picked out my own clothes. Always. My mom said I was very frustrating that way, since one of the best parts of having a little girl is dressing her up, like a doll. And yet, I was more likely to try and pick out her clothes. And I always had good taste, which made it even more frustrating for her. And I would often have talks with her about shoulder pads, and why they were bad. She often agreed, but wore them anyway. She said if she cut them out, the jackets or whatever would fit oddly, and I said that it would probably be better, even if they did.
DawnK - Apr 15, 2005 2:42:40 pm PDT #6124 of 10001
giraffe mode
You know what's embarassing? The fact that my hair looked like this [link] for a lot of the late 70's. I know I spent wayyy too much time getting it to feather just right. And then when it grew out... the sausage curl stage..oy!
Alibelle - Apr 15, 2005 2:43:54 pm PDT #6125 of 10001
Apart from sports, "my secret favorite thing on earth is ketchup. I will put ketchup on anything. But it has to be Heinz." - my husband, Michael Vartan
See, off the shoulder does not bother me at all. Shoulders are a pretty flattering body part to show off, for most people. Though I'm sure there are exceptions. It was the bagginess outside of that that made me dislike a lot of things.
And man, stirrup pants were horrible. Every now and then I'd be forced to wear them, and it was impossible to focus on anything but the binding sensation around my heel. I hated them, AND thought they looked dumb.
That said, Aimee sounds like a totally adorable fifth grader.