valley_girl_poster.jpgA Formerly friend (not the same as a former friend) sent me this from a blog called Geese Aplenty:

ME: Yeah, lately I’ve been feeling my age.

HE: Oh, you’re starting to get some aches and pains?

ME: Nah, physically I feel great.  Best I’ve ever been.

HE: Then you’re starting to forget things?

ME: I’ve always forgotten things.  Now is no different.

HE: Then why do you feel your age?

ME: Because I realized that in a few years, if you were to travel back in time and attend the world premiere of Back to the Future, you’d be traversing the same span of years that Marty McFly did when he visited his parents in the ‘50s.

HE: …

ME: My ‘80s is like the ‘50s to the kids of today, see.

HE: ….

ME: ….

HE: …maybe you should be very selective about the people you make that analogy to.

ME: I know!  I don’t want to just randomly depress people.

Yeah, well, neither do I but too bad. That excellent post reminded me yet again that oftentimes it’s pop cultural–especially cinematic–dissonance that makes us feel like Formerlies, even if little else has changed.

Consider this:

Anne Bancroft was 36 when she played Mrs. Robinson, the consummate cougar. I am 41.

An adorable emo man holding up a boom box blaring Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes on your lawn makes many of us all tingly. Just try that with an iPod.

Nic Cage was genuinely hot in Valley Girl in 1983, in my opinion. He stands out as one of the few exceptions to men aging better than women in general–just looking at his hair plugs makes me feel old. On the other hand, Bernadette Peters looks exactly the same as she did in The Jerk in 1979, bless her.

My kids love Free To Be…You and Me (’72), but for the life of them don’t understand what the big deal is about William wanting a doll.

I need more coffee before I can think of other movies that shine a big white hot light on the fact that we are Formerlies. In the meantime, please toss them my way, along with why.

Photo from Wikipedia, qualifies as fair use