Andrew Northrup tells us about the top ten fashion victims of the 80s. I’ll give you now the standard warning about not consuming beverages while reading this.
I think we need to pass federal legislation that orders the immediate burning of all high school yearbooks from the 80s. I know quite a few people whose future authority with their not-yet-teenaged children depends on it. Let’s face it: Anyone for whom there is documented evidence of having worn parachute pants has no right to say “You’re not going out dressed like that!” to his or her offspring.
BTW, Andrew, does this make you the poor man’s Mr. Blackwell, or is he the poor man’s Andrew Northrup?
Fortunately there are no pictures of me from the period where I wore a very 80s haircut known to my friends as “the poodle do”.
(I dressed either preppy or black and white, with big jackets, for the whole decade. I have nothing to be ashamed of in the clothing department, at least.)
BTW, Andrew, does this make you the poor man’s Mr. Blackwell, or is he the poor man’s Andrew Northrup?
I don’t win either way, do I?