I am amazed to find that three things, prominent in my youth, teens, and twenties have all found their way back into the mainstream.
Welcome back Dittos. I saved my allowance for a full year in junior high school to afford my first pair. White. And they fit perfectly...after my mom hemmed them. Ha!
Welcome back American Gladiators. As a high schooler, I begged my friends on the football team to train me, hitting the power sled trying to get it to move even 2 inches, trying to dodge cherry balls being aimed at me, shooting nerf guns to perfect my aim...only to find there was an age
and height requirement. Argh.
And now...
Welcome back The Mole. I watched faithfully for 2 seasons, and then the Celebrity Mole. I battled in my head whether I'd prefer to be the mole or find the mole. I asked myself if I could be innocently deceiving and get away with it. I went as far as to fill out the application for the second season. But, I never made the video. And the show went off the air. But now it's back. I can't wait.
What goes around always seems to come around. I wonder if I'll be spiral-perm'ing, bang-teasing, and aqua-netting my hair again some day soon. God, let's hope not!
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