- button-fly jeans?
- velcro sneakers?
- sockettes with pompoms?
- Booberry cereal?
- that TV show Chico the Rainmaker?
Did I miss the media circus surrounding the infamous Levi's lawsuit of '89, wherein the frat boys of America filed a class-action lawsuit against the denim retailer after one too many emasculating buttonhole injuries? Were Frankenberry and Count Chocula so threatened by the unassuming, yet vastly superior, tastiness of Booberry that they had him disposed of and all memory of him erased? And does anyone but me even remember Chico the Rainmaker? Because I'm starting to get that "Am I on crazy pills?" feeling when I meet the blank stares.
I'm sure there are more examples of things that somehow, miraculously, resisted being appropriated by vintage-loving urban hipsters, but I can't think of them. Those urban hipsters sure are thorough.