Yes! My boyfriend suggested that we watch it the other week because he loved it so much when he was a kid. I knew once again our love is for the ages.

I solved my problem by moving to SoCal. No pantyhose! Though I spend the whole summer waiting until I can break out my tights.

I literally just commented on this in the other pantyhose post. I NO LONGER FEEL LIKE THE FREAK I KNOW I AM.

Pantyhose seemed like the utmost in GLAMOUR and a mark of true adulthood to me when I was a child. I was so excited to get my first pair to wear to a winter semiformal at the Lawn Club in 1987 (black, sheer, Silk Reflections), to wear beneath my rad moire satin bubbleskirted confection. After struggling to get in and…

Glad to have another window to peer from onto the swirling shitstorm that is 2016.

One of my aunts was married at 15, and another at 16. For the 15-year-old, a judge’s order was required. I don’t know what my grandparents were thinking at the time, except that it meant two fewer mouths to feed. Neither of my aunts ever achieved more than a 10th grade education and have struggled for years with a…

I’d much prefer that there was open mindless actual dick-wagging to this bullshit. #freethebacon

Are you dating my ex-husband? His mother had MANY comments on how “brave” I was for dressing the way I did.

I was about to say — pretty sure she didn’t go to Yale.

Woot! Cherries in the Snow. I first started wearing it in high school when I stole it from my Grandma (SORRY GRANDMA). I wear it now when I want to feel extra-glam and old school as fuck.

The only “disco” album allowed in my house!

My boyfriend sings this song all the time:

Oh lord, my dad worked on French in Action. I remember him bringing them home for me to watch. Much eye-rolling ensued.

I was just thinking the same thing. These are eerily familiar.

We have “KY PRO”nearby.

Okay then, internet stranger! I guess I’m insufficiently upset about a bar having a theme night which some think might evoke memories of an event that I actually lived through, that changed my life and the lives of people I love. I have considered your powerful argument and have changed my position accordingly.

Tone-deaf is one thing, but on the scale of offensiveness, in my opinion this is not that remarkable.

Uh, because this is America, where we appropriate cultural symbols with little thought to their cultural resonances in situ?

As a former Londoner who narrowly missed being on the Circle Line into Liverpool Street at the time of the bombing (instead I walked to a conference at the Guildhall that day), and who had a good friend injured in the bombings, I see only coincidence, no more. We all have different ways of processing trauma and grief.…