I cleaned out my screenshots folder last weekend. These are among the goodies I found:
I have experienced this in the past. I don’t know if it’s still a thing or not.
When I was a kid in the 80s, watching these films, I didn’t live a life like any of them. (I never had a house like the one in Sixteen Candles.) It was wish fulfillment in those days, and escapism today. And I’m fine with that.
This always gives me a sensible chuckle:
I’m quite sure something got lost in translation somewhere.