Before I came to college, little did I know that I was stepping into a world of 80s celebrationists. This general glorification of that horrible decade seems to center around a certain kind of event-- the 80s Party. I have spent three semesters in college, and there have been at least 5 different 80s parties, including 80s parties held by single dorm rooms under their own administration. I guess the girls like dressing up and the guys like the girls, but it seems that a large draw of these parties is crappy 80s music; bringing us to #6 on our countdown of terror...
Hair Bands
I swear-- if I am subjected to some random Bon Jovi outburst ONE MORE TIME I'm going to discover time travel, contruct a machine, jump back to 1977 and punch that piece of crap in the throat... hard. "Living on a Prayer" is garbage. "Shot Through The Heart" is like a swarm of bees rushing into my ear canals. "Wanted Dead or Alive" is a song with a correct answer. "You Give Love a Bad Name"? You give music a bad name. If Grog the music-creating caveman knew that his work would result in this, he would knock that rock through his skull instead of against the wall. Bon Jovi definitely isn't the end of it. Poison, White Snake, Motley Crue, Skid Row, Guns 'n Roses... ATROCIOUS. Ugh. It's bad enough when I have to hear this refuse every once in a while; how the hell did people put up with it when it was on the radio non-stop? People today complain about "Hollaback Girl" and "My Humps". Give me Gwen Stefani repeating the word shit for 4 minutes over a Poison power ballad anyday.
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I hate Hollaback Girl. Living on the Prayer--it's in the key change.
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