And it has nothing to do with politics, if you can believe that!
I am a child of the 80's. I had big, permed hair. I wore the shaker sweaters. The laceless canvas sneakers. The popped collars. If your toes were not purple, then you were not pegging your jeans right.
Ahhh...back in the day where neon colors ruled and Kirk Cameron was a god.
I wandered over to another unit recently, and a nurse had brought her school work with her in the form of a Trapper Keeper. I delighted in the sight of the Trapper Keeper. In the 80's, EVERYONE had a Trapper Keeper. And you had to buy the 80's psychedelic folders that went inside. One folder for every subject.
My Trapper was orange. My folders were awesome, but I will point out that I never once owned a New Kids on the Block folder.
Trapper Keepers. The bane of existence for every teacher who taught during those colorful Breakfast Club times. They cringed every time one was opened, the sound of velcro being ripped apart filled the air. Rip! Rip! Rip!
Eventually, some schools banned them. The Trapper Keeper fell out of favor and was banished to the same place Swatch Watches went.
I clapped my hands and cheered as my eyes hungrily looked upon the new and improved Trapper Keeper. Waves of nostalgia washed over me. Until I opened it.
Instead of the distinct and comforting sound of the opening of the Trapper Keeper, there was silence. Those bastards replaced the velcro with a magnet. A silent magnet!!
Bullshit!!! I hate to think of what they are going to fuck up next!!