Remember the 1980s?
Miami Vice was on TV, its cast sporting pastel clothes and Ray-Ban sunglasses to go with their automatic weapons. (Buy the DVDs here from Amazon.)
Michael Douglas was younger and hotter and telling us that "greed is good" in Wall Street.
Tom Wolfe was writing the Great American Novel of the decade, "Bonfire of the Vanities."
Parachute pants, high-waisted acid-washed jeans and Member's Only jackets were the fashion rage. Dresses and suits were shaped with outrageously oversized shoulder pads.
I know that trends and fashions come back in cycles, but a couple of things I experienced lately are making me remember the '80s with a bit of anxiety.
Thing One, when signing a contract a 30-something person in the room whipped out a Mont Blanc pen rather than using one of the dozen title company freebies on the table. I remember when every self-respecting business person HAD to have one of those white-topped beauties in hand at all times.
Thing Two, I have started seeing multiple ads in consumer magazines for costly Patek Phillipe and Breitling watches. Maybe it's just me, but I thought with the advent of ubiquitous timekeeping mobile phones, that watches had become redundant. (Although I do secretly harbor the hots for a Movado Museum watch -- a leftover of my misspent 80s.)
What's next? Twelve percent interest on home loans? We'll hope not.
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