Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch CHERRY BOMB!!!

The complimentary “first post” that came with my brandy-new blog  used “Hello World” as a title so naturally that steered me toward Cherie Currie and bad music of the 70′s.  I feel mildly deprived that I missed the 70′s…ok well I didn’t MISS it, technically I was there for 9 of the 10 years but it was from a kid’s perspective… a little girl dreaming of the day when she would grow up and have Farrah hair and wear cool clothes like The Bionic Woman and have a handsome boyfriend who looked just like Vinny Barbarino and drove a sweet muscle car like my babysitter’s boyfriend. By the time I was a surly thirteen year old in the mid 80′s, my mom had chopped my hair into a Princess Di bob, the Ford Escort was the new hotness and Culture Club was on the radio. Epic fail. No wild campfire orgies a’ la “Friday the Thirteenth” for me… oh no.. now we had AIDS and teen pregnancy after school specials to think about. What a buzzkill.  When I saw “The Runaways” the other night it brought back memories of the girls a little older than me… the ones I thought I would grow up to be like since I didn’t have an older sister of my own.  These were the days when parents didn’t live in terror of a sex offender on every block (we will address this issue in a later installment) … it seemed like kids had more freedom because no one was really aware of just how fucked up things could get.  I missed it.  I watched the movie and became nostalgic for something I never had….and I wondered if the girls I babysat, had ever  looked at me in my skintight acid jeans, band t-shirt, and super long, super permed, super teased and sprayed video vixen hair and thought one day they would have a can-a-day Aqua Net habit and a boyfriend who made them a mix tape and drove them around in a late 70′s American car. I wonder if they felt cheated when they came of age and all they had was the Dave Matthews Band, flannel shirts and babydoll dresses… the used cars their boyfriends drove were the late model Corollas and Accords (have you ever tried to make out in a Honda?)  their parents gave them…and the best the poor kid could come up with was a mix CD.. IF he knew how to burn it and IF he had the equipment.  Is it any surprise that Chevrolet and Chrysler have ressurected the Challenger, Charger and Camaro? Madison Avenue has figured out that we yearn for what we never had….but what was that, really?

I’m not sure.