Last night, I was watching an Adam Sandler film called The Wedding Singer. It’s hilarious, and one of those films I will happily watch over and over. In my opinion, it is as iconic for it’s music as it is for the witty script, classic girl-and-guy-fall-for-each-other story, and – of course – Adam Sandler’s character (he can be very silly in some of his films, but this is one my favourites).
The film opens with Sandler, the ‘wedding singer’ and main character, singing Dead or Alive’s ‘You Spin Me Round (Right Round)’ – which, incidentally, I’ve just started playing on YouTube as I type this up. What a tune. Iconic. I’ve recently been listening to some old stuff at the gym, too, actually…
Anyhow, I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have gone out to one of those parties in the 1980s, weird costumes and funky hair and all, and just danced the night away. I must go to an 80s theme party at some point. That would be so fun. (Side note: at time of typing, I’m going to a “wig party” on Thursday evening – I’ve ordered this Napoleon Dynamite wig, glasses and ‘Vote For Pedro’ t-shirt, and feeling pretty proud of myself, I must say).
Apparently, a time when people actually spoke to one another, whether they were more direct and honest with romantic intentions, where you had to call someone – at home! And then speak to their mother or father first, in order to then speak to the daughter with whom you were besotted. Ah, I’m such a dreamy romantic.
(Omg, New Order’s ‘Blue Monday’ just came on YouTube, and I’m literally dancing my way through typing up this post).
Though this scenario may not have been so good for my social anxiety, I like the idea of this at least. It sure as hell beats today’s minefield of Tinder, social media and digital messaging. Not to mention the whole ‘ghosting’ thing. Everyone these days seems to want different things from a relationship, or no relationship at all and just casual sex and otherwise frolicking about. Where the narrative being pushed is that seen on shows like Jersey Shore, The Bachelor and Love Island (yes, I may have watched my share of sh*tty television in my time). #notforme. But then each to their own, I guess.
A time where no one even says “hi” or makes eye contact when passing in the street, when we are all so individualistic and wrapped up in our own worlds. That’s how it is in London, at least. Back in the day, folks used to actually leave their back doors open (not a euphemism – their actual back doors… behind their houses, what’s wrong with you, you sicko), and let neighbours just wander in and out. Neighbours were actually friends with one another. They spent time with each other. Now that’s what I call community. That just doesn’t seem to happen today.
(Song update – ‘Billie Jean’ – YouTube, you’re on fire today buddy).
My mother has a fondness for all things Pride and Prejudice, and of that general era/genre. She loves Little House on the Prairie, too. I’ve asked her, “Would you like to go back to that time?”
She says, in some ways, but not really – reminding me that they didn’t have electricity, food was in short supply, and all sorts of diseases would be flying around. “You always think the grass is greener” or “You have your head in the clouds, I do worry about you”, she’ll tell me. Thanks, mum. But I suppose in this instance she’s right.
Yet a part of me still longs to live in a simpler time, where the simple things mattered, because there was less other stuff.
PS. Just today, I tweeted about a short radio clip, with Cosmopolitan editor Farrah Storr, talking about her feelings about “having no friends” (the clip may not work if you’re not in the UK, sorry!)
✏ Written: Wednesday, 28th February 2018 @ 9.22am
What about you? 🤷🏽♂️
What do you reckon? Is anyone with me, or am I just being a ridiculous fantasist here?! #wouldn’tbethefirsttime #notgonnabethelast