Tag 1980s

Color Of The Year For 1987..er, 2010!

pantone-turquoise

Remember those golden years of the late 1980s where EVERYTHING was colored in teal and mauve? Well get your big shoulder pads, hair mousse and leg warmers out of the attic kids, because Pantone, the company that sets color standards for print and design, has declared that turquoise is the Color of the Year for 2010. The press release explains that turquoise “evokes thoughts of soothing, tropical waters and a languorous, effective escape from the everyday troubles of the world, while at the same time restoring our sense of wellbeing.” If you’re over 35, though, it probably evokes thoughts of girls with big hair, your mother’s “Country Kitchen” decor (which she still has all over the house 25 years later), and cheap “Native American” jewelry.

Oh, and just in case you weren’t paying attention all this time, 2009′s Color of the Year has been “Mimosa”, which was supposed to represent “hope and reassurance” in a time of “economic uncertainty and political change”. Given how well that all turned out, it’s no wonder we’re headed back to the ’80s.

See Also

Your Testicles And You

True fans every where will recognize this clip IMMEDIATELY as the “educational film” that Johnny Dangerously shows to his over-horny brother to discourage him from having premarital sex with his equally sex-starved girlfriend. (Okay, the first few seconds of the clip that actually SHOW Johnny Dangerously and his brother are also a dead giveaway)
While this movie was a huge flop at the box office, it became a cult classic thanks to its nearly incessant screening on HBO. I bet that I have probably seen this movie no fewer than 30 times, though not any time in the last 20 years, and can still recite such immortal lines as “You lousy cork-soakers!” and “You fargin sneaky bastiges!”
Enjoy this little moment of nostalgia, and remember, if you take care of your testicles, they’ll take care of you!

See Also

The Death Of The 1980s

Sarah Palin’s single-handed takedown of the Republican Party is not the only sign that the 1980s have finally died their long-lingering death:

The indoor shopping mall was actually born in the 1950s with the opening of the Southdale Mall in the Twin Cities suburb of Edina, MN, but the mall came of age culturally and economically in the 1980s. People of my generation were the first real “mall rats” in our teenage years. Indeed, my high school cohort was even a little too old to really be “mall rats”; the mall in my hometown opened when I was already in high school and looking ahead to college, but many of my friends and classmates were the first disaffected teenage mall workers to sneer at and rudely ignore the scores of customers experiencing mall shopping for the first time.

This article from The Economist from December, 2007 talks about the death of the shopping mall in this first decade of the 21st century. Malls aren’t entirely dead yet, obviously, but there have been more and more of them closing in the last several years, and the economic downturn doesn’t look good for the retail sector as a whole. What will be interesting to see over the next couple of decades will be the repurposing of abandoned shopping malls, much the way old factories were rehabbed into housing, offices, and, yes, shopping malls in the 1980s. I wonder if malls will be turned into cheap housing for all the people who are losing their homes. One mall in our area, the Natick Mall (ooh, sorry, the Natick Collection), actually added a whole section of luxury condos attached right to the mall. They haven’t sold very well (after all, who WANTS to live in the mall?), but as times get tougher and tougher, maybe the dispossed will get them.

Via BoingBoing’s Gadgets sub-blog comes this link to an electronics industry news site that says JVC has stopped production of stand-alone VCRs. JVC was the last of the electronics manufacturers still making stand-alones, which were generally sold under a variety of nameplates. It’s still possible to by DVD/VCR combo units, but in all likelihood the end of production of the separate units will also result in the demise of the combos. We bought a combo several years ago to use expressly as a transitional product so that we could play videotapes we had for Charlotte when she was a baby, but even that usage went away in our household some time ago. I think the only videotapes we even still own are old recordings from television, like my Jeopardy! appearance in 1992 and a tape from my grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary also in the early 1990s.

Over at RetroThing, James, the site’s author, offers some opinions about the loss of the VCR. I think he’s completely correct that it marks a significant transition in home use of video recording of television programming, and definitely not for the better. Though the VCR never entirely lived up to its promise for time-shifting and redefining how people consumed television programming, it definitely sowed seeds that are popping up from the soil now, for better AND for worse. The popularity of DVRs and the increasing ease of adding DVR technology to home PCs carries on the legacy of “rolling your own” television, but the efforts of the cable companies and content providers to lock that down may yet prevail. Plus the arrival of services like Hulu, which put control of access to the content squarely in the hands of the traditional providers, may be a boon to people who clamor for the programming, but will ultimately squelch alternative sources.

On a slighlty different track, last week the Miller Brewing Company announced that they would stop making the “alcopop” beverage Zima. Zima was actually introduced in 1993, but is unquestionably part of a wave of “alternative” alcoholic beverages that took the stage beginning in the 1980s with the sudden and huge success of wine coolers such as Bartles & Jaymes. Coming late in that initial wave, but before the more recent generation of “alcopops”, Zima was nearly universally scorned as a drink for poseurs and sissies, the sort of thing that a guy with popped collars and a Member’s Only jacket drank. How it survived all this long is a mystery; I didn’t even know they still made it.

Finally, here is a set of links about what will probably be the defining cultural transformation of the next decade: the long-overdue death of conspicuous consumption. First, a recent blog post by Rex Hammock noticing the arrival of mass media treatments of the newly-virtuous non-consumer. He seems to be implying that the meme which says “by the time the mass media cover a trend, it’s already passe” is what’s on order here, but I’m not so sure that’s true. Over at Dangerous Intersection, blogger Erich Vieth riffs on author Bill McKibben’s latest book, Deep Economy to imagine the upside to a no-growth economy. Erich also cites this Harper’s Magazine piece by Steven Stoll, which looks forward and back at consumerism. Then, to cap this all off, Michael Shermer, who also publishes Skeptic Magazine, writes in the latest Scientific American to refute the hallmark 1980s movie monologue by Michael Douglas in “Wall Street” that summed up the entire era with the phrase “Greed Is Good”

See Also

A Lion’s Last Roar

What nobody dared to say last night before or after Ted Kennedy’s remarks at the Democratic National Convention last night is how likely it was that he would never address another. But the little waver in Caroline Kennedy’s voice as she began to introduce him, the more obvious tears in the eyes of her cousin Maria Shriver, and the short but unmissable moments of choking up in Teddy’s own voice made it clear to anyone paying attention. Farewell, he said, even though he promised to stand with Barack Obama come January. Farewell, he said, even though he vowed to return to the Senate chamber he has occupied as long as I have been alive. Nearly thirty years ago he brought millions of people to tears as he swore that the dream of his brothers would not die, and last night he recalled his own words as he concluded “The dream lives on”, and brought people to tears with the knowledge that it is he who is dying.

Nobody can seriously dispute that Ted Kennedy’s personal foibles have tarnished his legacy almost as much as his legislative achievements have burnished it, but he shares those failings with a rather broad and deep collection of his fellow lawmakers. Few of them, though, can rightly claim to have so dedicated their public service to the betterment of the lives of ordinary people. Too many individuals in politics use their position to further their own fortunes or the fortunes of those who bankroll them, but Kennedy’s agenda and his most significant accomplishments have always been far more concerned with directing the blessings of fortune to the unfortunate. This, friends, is the true call of liberalism and the greatest duty of anyone elected to govern. With Ted Kennedy’s nearing exit from the national stage, we will likely not see it again in the Senate chamber, on the floor of the House, or in the Oval Office.

The dream does indeed live on. It lived well before Ted or Bobby or Jack in the words of Thomas Jefferson, in the deeds of Abraham Lincoln, in the grand designs of Woodrow Wilson, and in the decisive actions of Franklin Roosevelt. The dream itself can never die, though the torch that John Kennedy claimed for his own on a bitterly cold January morning forty-seven years ago has flickered and dimmed nearly to ashes in the hands of those who picked it up in his absence. The torch waned even more last night as Ted finished his course. If America is very lucky, in the hands of Barack Obama it might not completely extinguish, but we have witnessed the exit of its longest runner.

See Also

In Which I Become Retro-Trendy

Awwww, Cute Puppy!

The Daughter and I were at the mall not too long ago, getting in one last Daddy-Daughter Date before my official 2007 Christmas Season Mall Embargo begins. I almost always park in a corner of the lot that has us enter the mall through the Men’s Department in Sears; for some reason it is like some sort of parking purgatory that people avoid like the plague, meaning I can almost always get a great spot AND keep my eyes open for clothing sales as I pass through that part of the store. Yes, I know, it clearly does not take too much to thrill me, but middle-aged men are not granted too many pleasures any more and we must take them where we find them.

ANYWAAAAAAAAY…though I had to literally pull my arm out of Charlotte’s clutches to look at a couple of items before she yanked me to the toy store, it came to my attention that argyle sweaters are back in fashion. Several different displays from more than one of the clothing manufacturers that Sears carries featured more than one style of argyle sweater, and then, as we walked through the separate Land’s End section of the store, there was more argyle on display there.

Back in the mid-1980s, when everybody else was wearing sport coats pushed up to the elbows with pastel t-shirts underneath, or space-alien leather jackets with linebacker shoulder pads, I was wearing argyle sweaters and pleated pants (that was my famous “Thin Period”, needless to say, when I could wear pleats without looking like a giant beach ball). It was the tail-end of the preppy look that had been popular the year I graduated from high school, and the popped-collar Izod polo and Sperry Topsiders look that was so cool in 1981 was a bit dog-eared by 1985, but the argyle sweater was holding its own. I used to make a regular habit of visiting the men’s department in the old Marshall Field’s store in downtown Evanston every couple of weeks to buy some clothes, and those visits almost always included argyle sweaters. The alterations lady at the store knew me well and called me her “little professor” because of the bookish look I gave off. Time marched on, naturally, and so before long the argyle sweaters were back to being out-of-style, which was just as well because once I graduated and went back to Maine, I gained back all of the weight I worked so hard to lose, so none of the sweaters fit anyway.

But, since nostalgia trends are usually about whatever was popular 20 years ago, it is just about right on time for them to be back on the shelves, along with some other early-80s fashions. I note that there’s a bit of a craze among the ironic hipster crowd for “Member’s Only” jackets to replace the trucker hats and worn-out t-shirts that were popular a couple of years ago, and shirt-dresses and corduroys are all the rage. Polo shirts never really went out of style as they transformed into the Corporate Casual Uniform for Men in the 1990s, but apparently it’s cool again to pop the collar and wear pastel colors.

I need to do some refreshing in my sweater wardrobe anyway, so you can guess what I’ll be buying. Now, if I could only drop those 60 pounds, it would be like 1984 all over again.

See Also

All Original Content Copyright © BrianKaneOnline
All Other Content Copyright © Its Original Authors

Built on Notes Blog Core
Powered by WordPress