This was playing at work today – and no lie, one of my Jewelry girls says “Is that Justin Beiber?” I sputtered, then almost spit, and was all “What?! This was sung before he was even a glimmer in his mama’s eyes! It’s from late 80s! 1989, I think!” and she looked at me blankly. And then I spent a couple hours trying to remember Roxette’s name – during which I tried to feel better about the fact that I’m working with BABIES at the store…

Babies who look at you blankly when you mention 1989.

Add to that, a cashier asked me, all so happily:
“MOM! (they all call me mom) Do you have any of you 80s clothes left? They’re back IN!”

Harumph. Do I have any left. LIKE I STOPPED WEARING THEM. *slips on leg warmers and leggins and long t-shirt and POOFS HAIR* Yeah boy!

But mostly – Justin Beiber. REALLY?!?!
[Filed under: The 80s weren't THAT long ago, people! GOSH!]

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