I love the ‘80s, and I’m not just saying that in the hopes that I’ll be invited to make bad jokes on VH1.

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First Posted: 2/13/2013

I love the ‘80s, and I’m not just saying that in the hopes that I’ll be invited to make bad jokes on VH1.

I’m partial to the era, of course, because that’s when I grew up. Everything was rad and tubular – my only cares in the world involved collecting every single Ghostbusters, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Masters of the Universe action figure I could get my hands on. It was much easier in the early days when I was still an only child.

Other than paying bills and all that adult stuff, my priorities, admittedly, haven’t changed too much, but that’s because the ‘80s never really died. Many of my friends are still making the same pop culture references they did as children, and they’re bringing up their own kids on the same movies and TV shows that they watched. The fashion keeps creeping back in, too, but it’s the music that will truly never die. Like it or hate it, it’s still catchy (and synthy) as hell.

That’s why it’s easy for me to see the appeal of Rock of Ages, which we talk about on pages 28 and 29. It’s bringing the ‘80s to a whole new generation, or, at the very least, it’s helping some of us relive it. I wasn’t old enough for the sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, but man do I remember that hair. Who could forget it?

And really, who would want to? Well, maybe those who kept the Polaroids.

-Rich Howells, Weekender Editor