Let's be 1980

I'm HIV. I'm heeeeeeeeeeere!

I'm Can't Stop the Music. I'm ready to launch the 1980s.

I’m “The Apple”! 1994 was sadly grungier and far less glamorous in reality.

I'm that Fire in the Morning.

I'm the exclamation: The 80s are gonna make the 60s look like the 50s! even though the 80s looked like the 50s more than any decade of the 20th century.

I’m the new cast of Saturday Night Live! We’re really gonna bring some fresh life into the show!

I'm the March issue of Playgirl. I was the object of some stupid 15 year old boy's attempt to shoplift me from the Jamesway in Glassboro, NJ. The idiot got caught.

I am a thoroughly misguided fantasy film that killed traditional musicals for years to come. I was derided mercilessly in public but secretly beloved in private. I stand triumphant four decades later.

I’m the glorious sweet soul and pop funk flooding the radio in the absence of the dominant disco of the years before.

I'm Ordinary People, starring MARY!

I’m Bo and Luke Duke.

I’m the reason little gay boys across the US have suddenly taken a keen and uncharacteristic interest in a show about wrecking cars and moonshine.

I’m “Who Shot J.R.?”

I'm the death of Steve McQueen. 💀⚰

Disco Queen Does New Wave

Donna Does Network TV in 1980, too.

I'm Flo. I finally have my own show!

I'm Bosom Buddies

I'm Cruising starring Al Pacino making gays overreact.

I speak Jive

I’m that crazy lurching walk Kelly Marie does in Feels Like I’m in Love.

I'm Abby Fairgate Cunningham. I moved to Knots Landing, CA this year.

I'm December 8 1980. I'm the day a certain innocence died and was never recovered

I'm Keith Richards. I've been off heroin since the March 1977 bust in Toronto. I'm nodding out on the mixing board whilst working on, what's the name of this new record, Emershal Rez Two? Wait, hang on... sniiiffff. A little speedball to keep me going. Where am I? What? Hey, let me have that compact wiv the stuff in it, man. Let's go... Brenda can mix this shit after she comes back from her fitting. I need a drink. "Honky tonk junkie..."

I'm Rubik's Cube. I made my debut this year.

I'm Christopher Cross. I have a face that's ready for radio.

I'm Pac-Man.

The public meets me for the first time this year.

I’m the person wishing we could all be IN 1980. Not a perfect time but so much better in many respects.

I’m another flop only later to win deserved cult status for its outrageousness out-Barbarella-ing its forebears in set design, costumes, sex, and a story that pits wide-eyed Americans against delightfully decadent Europeans. Gorgeous eighties glitz a the dawn of the decade.

I’m 9 to 5, a hugely successful film that draws on 1930s screwball comedies to smuggle in a feminist (and socialist) story about corporate politics at the outset of the Reagan era. I’m daring and witty and probably threatening enough that my themes won’t be repeated in a big-budget film for years to come.

I’m Fridays, the sleazier, druggier step-cousin of Saturday Night Live. I won’t last but a couple of years, yet I’m a good time capsule piece for the meeting of the freewheeling seventies and the cocaine-fueled early eighties.

I'm brightly-colored athletic shorts and knee-high athletic socks! For only a few more precious years will we be worn without irony, on bodies that don't belong to slovenly, heterosexual hipsters, so enjoy us while you can!

I'm that sinking feeling you get on election night

I'm the gaucho pants

I'm the boots to go with the gauchos

I'm Tootie's roller skates.

I'm Arnold's goldfish, Abraham

I'm the Mt St Helens eruption

I’m Blondie. America, this is something I stumbled onto called “rap.” I can’t really do it, but I’m bringing it into the mainstream anyway.

I'm Jimmy Carter. You won't believe how soon you'll miss me!

I'm the roller ball lip gloss

I'm the orange blush

I'm the fans in front of the Dakota.

I'm Abscam, now you can literally be congressperson and plant pipe bombs and try to overthrow the government. I seem as quaint as Holly Hobby

I'm Holly Hobby. I didn't have any Black friends

I'm Terry Fox, running across Canada

I'm the Oktoberfest bombing. Nazis never learn.

I'm the 3 Catholic nuns and relief worker murdered in El Salvador. Reagan didn't waste any time, did he?

I'm the Iran Iraq War. This won't be good

I'm Luke and Laura from General Hospital on the run in the summer of 1980. Soaps will never be as great or problematic ever again.

I'm still the 70's ...like most of my other decade counterparts I will stick around in the background for a couple of more years till finally being kicked out for irrelevance.

R52, except Farrah's hair which will be fruitful and multiply with the help of dippety do and aqua net

I’m the softcore smash that everyone is junior high is whispering about.

I’m the song that will later become a gay anthem. I’m as confident and fun as the gays before AIDS kicks over their table.

r40

Costumes by Bob Mackie & Halston.

I’m Apple’s IPO at $22, resulting in 300 overnight millionaires that promptly cashed out, thinking they struck it rich.

Hee hee!

I'm Mrs. Voorhees, I'm taking care of business by slaughtering all these camp counselors , revenge for letting my poor sweet innocent son Jason drown

I'll be cutting a bitch (or 10)

I am hair mousse and you will be getting to know me very soon.

I am Izod (alligator) shirts and Nike (leather or canvas) shoes. I am *the* uniform of junior high school kids in the Chicago suburb of Mrs. Beth Jarrett!

[quote] I'm Christopher Cross. I have a face that's ready for radio.

I’m his mega-hit “Sailing” which quickly cruised (along with him) into oblivion.

Not really he had a when you get caught between the moon and New York City I know it's crazy but it's true in about 1981 or 2

I'm the skinny skateboards and banana seats.

I’m Luke and Laura’s summer on the run.

I WAS1980!

I'm the 1980 US Olympic Hockey Team. Do you believe in miracles? YES!

I am FIORUCCI

I'm this hairdo and this shirt on almost every guy (actual 1980 yearbook pic).

BTW - nice butt on the guy in R68.

yes, hawt

Fred Knoblock was a TITAN of 1980.

Who Can forget his barroom swingers’ melancholy duet with giantess Susan Anton?

I’m Dressed to Kill. I’d never be made today. I’m that good.

Oh, R72, the end of that movie! Oy!!

kids here in England used to say weird things about her in the 70s and it put me off her - all about how old she really looked and they covered the lenses with grease or something - there were a lot of stupid stories running around.