If I’d been a teenager in 81 instead of a toddler this would be my embarrassing youthful subculture attachment:1
Which reminds me of this sketch from Big Train that kills me:
Notes:- Not really all that different from my embarrassing youthful subculture attachment though. EXCEPT that I didn’t hang out with living harlequin dolls –something too creeptown for even the gothiest of us. [↩]
