When I was a kid back in the 80s, hair bands were rockin, hot rods were revvin, and leather, lace, and Lycra were stylin. We’d wrestle like Hulk and Macho Man, karate kick like Ralph, and Moonwalk like Michael.

You either watched what was on the one tv, or you went outside and acted like what you saw on tv. Celebrities were our idols. We’d scrape up our dog walking change and head to the corner store to buy the latest issues of Bop and Tiger Beat, tear out the headshots of our heartthrobs, and tape them all over our bedroom walls.

I used to watch our cousins compete over who could say the names of every rock star that covered their walls the fastest. There were a hundred if there was one. I always wondered how they could even see past their giant perms.

A couple years ago my daughter asked for a “big girl room.” At age 10 she wanted BoHo aesthetic with hanging ivy and macrame and gold accents. I was like, “Wow, times have changed .”

But then tonight she says to me, “I want to redo my room.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” I wondered as dollar signs blurred my vision.

“I want to paint it all one color and cover it with posters of all my favorite singers.”

Now that’s a trend I can buy into!