(I've been such a busy bee, working working working and editing editing editing. Will get back to posting my five-star books soon. In the meantime, here's something that's been tumbling around in my head.)
So it would seem that the Eighties are another long decade.
Somehow the Seventies contracted, allowing the Eighties to begin in late 1978
or early 1979; the Nineties graciously reciprocated by allowing the Eighties to
continue until the release of Nevermind
in late 1991. In much the way that we refer to "the Sixties" to evoke
the period from the Summer of Love to the break-up of the Beatles, today's
young writers and editors refer to the Eighties to evoke the period of crass
consumerism, allegedly bad fashion, neon colours, and big hair. Hmm, that
sounds pretty familiar to — well, to the life we live today — and maybe that's why so many people now find
the Eighties so evocative. The Eighties may offer a touchstone to help us
understand what we're going through in the 2010s. That's kind of glorious,
right?
Or maybe just depressing. That whole thing about history
repeating itself... Hmm.
Then again, I kinda liked the hair...