Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Remember the ’70’s? Yeah, me too, sadly. Sigh. Anyway, I was talking to a colleague a few months ago and she was watching the air bubble slowly drift from top to bottom of a bottle of hand sanitizer (something, by the way, we did not have in the ’70’s). I said, “Hey! Remember those Prell commercials in the ’70’s? The one they dropped a pearl in and we watched it sink?”
She looked at me hard enough to give me a professional grade skin peel. “YOU think I was ALIVE in the 1970’s???” She turned and stormed off in a diva-worthy way that would make Madonna feel like the protractor queen of middle school.
Oh. my. god. Not every adult remembers the polyester decade! My references to leisure suits, mood rings, pet rocks and Three’s Company may not be hitting home like I thought! When did that happen?
Wait, you know, it does sort of make sense now that I think of it. No one seemed to get that Joe Namath wearing pantyhose reference I made the other day and my girl scouts did look completely blank when I mentioned Rosie Greer in “Free to Be You and Me.”
Huh. I guess not everyone had a mom who had the Burt Reynolds on a bearskin rug centerfold and not everyone’s dad hid the Farrah Fawcett poster in his closet. I guess I’ll just have to accept it.
Sigh. And I was going to try to find a mountain bike with a banana seat.
The Assassin