Glad to be in the future
Also, 1985 really sucked hard. We were all either discovering what wage slavery means, or dreaming of a wage and digging through trash bins.
It was an awful time for rich and poor alike. Fashions were chunky and while you saw lots of colour on TV you daren't actually wear it on the street. Out in public, the real fashion was for maroon, navy, brown, grey, black, and white. That was it. You had to style your appearance to please the corporate HR overlooking your professionally typed resume and candidate pools were so thick they could pick by eye colour if they wished. Rights were lesser and less well known or enforced so women were still having to joke off the sexual harassment instead of focussing on their jobs.
it was the start of the "team member" plague that infests today's corporations. You had to play with co-workers after work. If you had a family, that was a strike against you. You weren't mobile enough and you didn't have enough time to really focus on the team at work.
Cars were crap. No really. They'd gone from the planned obsolescence in the previous decade and enhanced it with faux lux notes. Everything was as cheap as technology could make it, and modularized to prevent easy repair. They figured out that making them not quite fail, but break a lot, garnered more income in repair and parts than the original sale.
Things that made 1985 good.
Well there were still lots of happy hippies around doing happy hippy stuff. You could just walk down the street to the park and join a quiet happy group and someone'd pass you a joint or a drum, or both, and it was just nice.
We were all a lot more innocent, even the ones who knew a bit about the world-wide corruptive influences that engineer wars and famine and so forth. We didn't know about the garbage in the pacific, for instance. I would list all the many things we've all come to learn since then that has jaded so many, but in fact, most were talked about already among hippies and intellectuals.
It was still pretty easy to hitch hike then and you could ride box cars if you were wily enough. There aren't any boxcars on the tracks anymore. It's all containers now.
Frankly, things looked super-bleak for me in 1985, so that's enough memory walking now. Things picked up a lot two years later, but in '85 I had no way of knowing it would.
It was an awful time for rich and poor alike. Fashions were chunky and while you saw lots of colour on TV you daren't actually wear it on the street. Out in public, the real fashion was for maroon, navy, brown, grey, black, and white. That was it. You had to style your appearance to please the corporate HR overlooking your professionally typed resume and candidate pools were so thick they could pick by eye colour if they wished. Rights were lesser and less well known or enforced so women were still having to joke off the sexual harassment instead of focussing on their jobs.
it was the start of the "team member" plague that infests today's corporations. You had to play with co-workers after work. If you had a family, that was a strike against you. You weren't mobile enough and you didn't have enough time to really focus on the team at work.
Cars were crap. No really. They'd gone from the planned obsolescence in the previous decade and enhanced it with faux lux notes. Everything was as cheap as technology could make it, and modularized to prevent easy repair. They figured out that making them not quite fail, but break a lot, garnered more income in repair and parts than the original sale.
Things that made 1985 good.
Well there were still lots of happy hippies around doing happy hippy stuff. You could just walk down the street to the park and join a quiet happy group and someone'd pass you a joint or a drum, or both, and it was just nice.
We were all a lot more innocent, even the ones who knew a bit about the world-wide corruptive influences that engineer wars and famine and so forth. We didn't know about the garbage in the pacific, for instance. I would list all the many things we've all come to learn since then that has jaded so many, but in fact, most were talked about already among hippies and intellectuals.
It was still pretty easy to hitch hike then and you could ride box cars if you were wily enough. There aren't any boxcars on the tracks anymore. It's all containers now.
Frankly, things looked super-bleak for me in 1985, so that's enough memory walking now. Things picked up a lot two years later, but in '85 I had no way of knowing it would.