I know that Bryce would probably scold me and say: “What do you mean, this is totally hot now, too,” but as a gay man, living in 2012, I cannot for the life of me fathom how anybody ever thought this was hot. Every so often I am reminded of just how glad I am that I was not an adult in the 1980’s. Its not only that I would have a lot less people to screw, but its also that I can’t understand what was going on with style. Jamie Lee Curtis was allegedly a hottie in her day, but I don’t see what pencil thin lips, gangly spider limbs, and a cockatoo haircut have in common with the word hot. Sigourney Weaver is another one that I just don’t get. Its like somebody took a really smokin body and dropped a methed-out skeleton head on top. The women of the 80’s were butter-faces, I am just going to say it.
That being said, nowadays our aesthetic of beauty involves puffy duck lips, brown, butter-basted skin and beach-ball boobs so I guess future generations might wonder what we were smoking, too. There are many unexplained mysteries in this world: God, the loch-ness monster, and how on Earth Carly Rae Jepsen is 3 years older than Adele. The mystery of the women of the 80’s will probably always allude me, and I’m okay with that as long as scrunchies never come back into style.
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