posted by Joel Bernstein in 1979, dance, music, pop culture, the future | * | 18 comments
Can you Booogie?
I’m pretty sure.
I can do better. I can boogaloo.
There is so much to envy.
Beavis: Huh–that one there? Huh–she’s got boobs on her stomach.
That brunette looks like Kate Bush before she was Kate Bush. Hell, is that not Kate Bush before she was Kate Bush?
Don’t those of us coming of age in the thick of the disco era, regret some things we did in the disco era?
Or coming out in the 80’s, regret things we did in the 80’s? (Not the coming out, on my part, just fashion choices.)
What about the 90’s? Anybody remember the 90’s? I think I took a nap.
I was jumping up and down to a Devo song in a gay club and lost my balance (as I am wont to do) and knocked a man clear off the elevated dance floor. But I can’t say that I regret it.
The disco era ended at least two years before I was born, but I do regret several things I did in the 90s
Je ne regrette rien.
Ooh! Joel, do tell. I will if you will. I’ll do my best to name ten things I regret from the 70’s, then the 80’s, if you’ll tell yours from the 90’s.
(I’ll try for ten each, there’s not much I regret, but they might be whoppers, or not.)
Sheila regrets nothing. I believe her. Anyone else? My offer stands.
It’s not that I’ve led such an exemplary life, just that I have so few regrets.
The few I have are too awful to tell.
Nothing exciting – girls I should have asked out, parties I should have gone to, sex I should have had.
An aside: I wouldn’t say that I agree, but a long-ago friend once said of Edith Piaf (Je ne regrette rien) that “she sounds as though she’s going down on a fire hydrant.”
Sheila I believe you.
Joel, what were you wearing? Any confessions? Haircuts you’d rather not see a picture of again? Clothes? That’s what I’m talking about. I’m not looking for true confessions, necessarily. Just a story, it needn’t be confessional, just…embarrassing now, as opposed to then.
I regret every time I do not stick up for myself.
I regret buying a Volvo.