9 to 5 is what inspired me to never take misogynistic bs from men. I was only 8 years old but I knew what was up and I just loved singing that song into my hairbrush.

Fraggle Rock! Wow, paleo!

Acid burns are incredibly painful. The victims would be very unlikely to have had the wherewithal to pursue their attacker.

Though we don’t have much detail on the victims, “white female American college students from Boston College” are generally not psychologically prepared for something like this and able to respond with violence.

Movies in the 80s might have only been great because parents forgot to return tapes to the local video store.

HA, that’s how I say 9 to 5 a million times too. That’s also how I saw Star Wars a million times too.

Admittedly I’m still trying to slog though season one.

That and it can blind you, possibly permanently, so how could you give chase anyways?

I mean, being burned with acid seems like the kind of thing that’s so excruciatingly painful it could incapacitate you...

LITERALLY the worst.

Warning: minor chemistry/pedantry ahead.

She probably flung it out of a container and ran. I’d be more worried about my own burns and my friends to try to catch the culprit. If this is lye (I think this is also true for car battery acid) the faster you get to water to stop the chemical from destroying skin the better.

I found myself watching 9-5 on Starz a few weeks ago. Very good. Favorite part is the garage door opener in the bedroom.

If they don’t bring Dolly in at least one episode next season, I’m gonna riot.

By the time my parents broke down and bought a VHS, it was 87ish.

Blue Lagoon! Yes. I blame my puberty on Blue Lagoon.

I definitely laughed out loud at season one. Delightful, smart humor delivered by delightful, smart people. Season two was a letdown for me, though. The storylines seemed a little forced, especially the gay theater protest thing. You want gay people out of the theater? Good fucking luck. That just didn’t make sense to…

When Coyote’s birth mother showed up last season, I fully expected Dolly Parton to walk through the door. It was a bit of a letdown when it was someone else. But fingers crossed for next season!

I watched “9-5" many times over as a child as well. On VHS repeat? I can’t make sense of this memory. Did I really sit on the living room floor with my friends, watch “9-5" , rewind it, and watch it again? And again? And like it more and more with each viewing? Movies in the 80s might have only been great because…

I will always know her as Emily Quartermaine!