AEROBICIDE!
I can’t stress it enough: I really, really fucking hate the 1980s. We’re talking about the most culturally barren decade of the 20th century. Think about it – can you name a worse one? Huey Lewis, Bon Jovi, Kajagoogoo. Miami Vice, The Cosby Show, Growing Pains, Cop Rock. Neon, pastels, spandex, hideous hairstyles, fuckin’ legwarmers everywhere, rrretch. And to make matters worse, instead of rebelling against the conformist bullshit peddled by minions of the Mulroney/Reagan/Thatcher axis of evil, most of the younger generation was content to just roll over, spread ’em and take it up the tuckus like a bunch of good sports. Today, the ’80s remain such an embarrassment to all concerned that they’ve even been largely bypassed by that curious but normally reliable pop-culture hiccup, the twenty-year…