I don't know why I am posting this video other than the fact that at some point in the 80's I had the exact same haircut as every girl (and every guy) pictured. Plus I rocked the same Esprit sweatshirt and madras shorts and sweet Jesus, clamdiggers. Honestly, what was wrong with us???
Yes, this video is pointless and a little long, but I found myself transfixed. And uncomfortable. Giggle-y and awkward, peeking out from behind my long bangs swept to one side, my eyes lined in aqua, pushing boys because I did not know how else to touch them. *I think I hate my mom just watching this video.
*Not really. I mean, I never hated my mom per se, but when I was twelve and she breathed, I rolled my eyes. In related news, in 8 years I am so fucked.