Gen X
TOOT TOOT MUDDAPLUCKERS!!
I’m going to Gen X the crap out of you for the next few minutes.
I’ve been thinking about my generation and how we look at things a little differently, and I think this is why:
Fat lips today are supposed to be sexy, but for us, they were simply scars from the trampoline or the monkey bars. Yup, fat lips meant your knee had collided with your mouth after a double bounce on the tramp or a crap dismount on the dirt off the monkey bars. #muuuuuumhedoublebouncedagain
Music. I freakin’ love music, but kids these days don’t understand the pressure of hitting Play and Record at the exact start of a song on a Sunday night. #stressfulaf #top40
Bloody hell, it would shit me no end if the local radio announcer was dumb enough to talk at the start of the song and ruin the beginning of She’s the One by the Cockroaches. My mix tapes ruled the world #untilnextweek
Commercial breaks during TV shows gave you two precious minutes to wee, grab munchies, and get your mum and dad a beer or wine from the fridge. You’d pissbolt back to the lounge when you heard “IT’S BACK ONNNNNNN HURRRRRRY!” None of this pause to take a leisurely dump business before returning to Magnum PI without missing a beat rubbish. #zeusapollo
And if you missed Molly dying on A Country Practice, you were nearly as traumatised as those who watched it. Like, forever. #nooooooooo
Anyone else remember the Brady Bunch going to Hawaii? The Tiki idol? Quality TV right there! #ohgregyasillyduffer
Streetlights were the kids' clock for playing. If they came on and you didn’t run or pedal your arse off home within 7.2 minutes, you’d be in trouble ‘cause a) you’d get grounded for the next day and b) nobody wanted cold mash potato and peas with your rissoles. #orfishfingers
Phone calls from boys/girlfriends were literally a pain in the neck. You’d stretch that muddapluckin’ phone cord into another room for privacy and shut the door while strangling yourself like an octopus on crack #stooooplisteningdad
That feeling of euphoria when you went to your local video store and they had a copy of the movie that JUST came out that day. TOP GUN IS IN? Whaaaaaat? #ifeeltheneed #requestingflyby
My little chocolate starfish still automatically tightens at the mere mention of Freddy Kruger. Now THAT was some scary shit #nightmareonelmstreet
The gobbling sounds from PAC-Man are still both thrilling and stressful. Galaga was the best game of all though and don’t even get me started on how good I was on the pinnies. #pinballwizardfi
Having the four-colour push-down pen was probably the same excitement level as a kid with a new mobile phone now. Yup. You were cool af if you had one and easily distracted when it was new. #clickclick
If you looked like pooper in a photo, you had to wait until they were printed to know about it. None of this automatic ‘use a filter’ bollocks. Picking them up after a few days was cool af until you realised your blue eye shadow made you look like a prozzie. Oh yeah, and pay extra for a 24-hour express turnaround? #forgetaboutit
Yoga was done by someone called Bagwhan Raj Neesh Neesh on a documentary on the ABC. At the time, it looked like a lewd way to pop off for nearly nude hippies. Now it’s cool, and everyone does it. #watchyourarsetherebaghwan
Picky eater? Ha! “You get what you get and you don’t get upset.” Chicken, sausages, rissoles, and mince were staples, and the local Chinese always had to be booked on a Friday night. #beefandblackbeensaucewaseverydadsfavourite
People were usually famous ‘cause they had some sort of talent. As in, they were a sports star—think Michael Jordan; an actor—think Brat Pack; a supermodel who ‘wouldn’t get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day—Naomi Campbell; or an actual singer like the fabulous George Michael. And yes, I thought he was straight and believed I’d be Mrs. Michael one day. #causeyougottahavefaith. None of this famous because your sister rooted someone business. #whydontwesayrootanymore
Man, root was a great word. #andshag
I’m bringing back "Bushpig," "Scrubber," and “that’s tops!” #whaddyareckon
Man, I could bang on for hours, but I’ll just sound like too much of an old bint.
What’s your favourite 80’s memory? Please have a think and give me some old school wordsto use this week in the Toot Toots.
Toodlepips!
Fi xx
#teasethatfringefi
#oldbintflashbacks
