The fashion aspect was a given for girls, but for guys to wear clothes in the style that the quintessential Eighties band, Duran Duran (someone told me the Beatles of our generation....and i agree) sported was to be branded a fag. Period. But more about that later.
All through my scholastic career, I kept to myself. Partly out of shyness, but also out of a desire to not be one of many. I wanted some degree of individuality. Initially, I had no choice as my parent were not of the affluent part of the area. So the clothing I wore was not "in" or up to snuff and actually looked down upon. I did not care. It allowed me to be the person I became. I did not have Levi jeans, I had Brand X with iron on patches on the knees. I did not have Harvard Club rugby pants, I had cheap imitations, and so on. I grew a thick skin and did not care. I did not like the attitude of many of the "Silver Spoon Club". These were kids from wealthy families who had no respect for what a dollar meant. Not all were like this but there were enough. More on that later.
Anyhow, I was an outsider, partially by choice and partially by circumstance. I remained this way even as things began to change. People gravitated to me and was "invited" into their circles. Whatever that meant.
It is because of this I find that I have somewhat of a unique perspective of the Eighties, the cliques, the social order and I hope to make that evident in future entries.
I am a HUGE John Hughes fan and at one time could recite the dialogue from Weird Science word for word. I know....Geek, right?
The name will hopefully make more sense as I write more.
I am glad to have the privilege of being part of this amazing blog. Huge thanks to Parker (who I have known since grade 1 and I briefly "went out with her" in grade 4, I believe) and Libby (who was the new girl on the block in grade 8.) More, much more about Libby later. I hope I can contribute something of worth!
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