* "WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT!"
YEAH!
What aren't we going to take, 10-year-old Colleen, listening to her walkman at bedtime at Nana's apartment? A second helping of rice pudding?
I don't know--IT!
* I was watching the video for Van Halen's "Jump." Although the great love of my life up to that point had been the apple-pie Aryan Ricky Schroeder, I was surprised and somewhat ashamed to realize that David Lee Roth, this flamboyant, longhaired man in bright spandex pants flouncing around the stage and doing Flying Dutchmans off the drum riser, was attractive. For some reason.
86-88.
* Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet made it OK to like something in that scary boy-realm of hard rock. It opened the floodgates for a full-blown Bon Jovi obsession and all the other hair bands that entailed. The walls of my room didn't see the light of day for years to come.
* Despite our efforts, but in accordance with our place in the popularity strata, my hair and that of my best friends vexingly refused to get very big.
