Unless, of course, kids these days are really into Def Leppard monster ballads.
I'm pretty sure no one chugs Zima in parking lots anymore.
We didn't text our friends when we were in the same room. We, like, went over and spoke to them.
I'd have never been allowed to leave the house dressed like Katy Perry.
Pfft. THAT's what you kids call big hair? Amateurs.
Low chance of impromptu breakdancing battles. (Her loss.)
What's a prom without empty bottles of Aqua Net littering the girls' restroom?
Kids today don't realize that gold lamé wasn't just a fabric—it was an ATTITUDE.
Nobody put Mommy in a corner.
Will ANYONE be slow-dancing to Stryper?