I just turned 37 last week. This weekend, I was parked out front of a Subway sandwich shop, waiting for the hubby to pick up lunch. My two year old daughter was in her car seat in the back of the truck.
The only radio station I can stomach is the Classic Rock one. While we were sitting in the car, Eruption starts playing. Now, I wasn't a metal girl. I was a punk as far back as 1979. But... Van Halen is another story.
My husband comes out to the car, subs in hand, to find me air guitaring and singing along to "You Really Got Me..." and the best part, our daughter was head banging and clapping along. She likes the Ramones. She's a cool toddler.
The late 70s were sort of fun, especially when new wave peered its pink striped head around the corner. The 80s were an awesome decade. We had Reagan, MTV when it still played music videos and before it started sucking. The 90s were so pretentious and full of cynical irony; the oughties are better, but still problematic. And the music still sucks.
I never had enough hair for Aqua Net, but I did try to get my spikes to stand up with Scrunch Spray and Studio Line! from L'oreal. Manic Panic hair dye, those dorky lace-up jazz oxfords, and parachute pants. Ah... youth!
Sodden thought - Billy Idol with a tupe ..... ;)