Ah, childhood. A sweet but fleeting time defined by popsicles, pretend and passé pop stars. What happened to the crooners of our golden age? They had their five minutes of fame and then faded into irrelevance...or so we think. Let’s take a journey through time! Cue hypnotic, dream sequence beats.
“Don’t ever, ever call me again, you low–life scum, you trash!” I hang up with finality, promising that this is the last time I break up with my on–again, off–again “boyfriend”—at least, that’s what I think I’m supposed to call him.