…then by all means, don’t go to this helpful site, which, though in Spanish, contains links to about a gazillion ’80s-era music videos.
Because you’ll get sucked in, you will.
On the bright side, though, they have Rapper’s Delight. Oh, kill me now and clear the calendars.
I was going to link to a story in the Freep today that illustrates and reinforces many of my personal prejudices — my loathing of small towns, high-school sports, most coaches and, especially, jocks under the age of 35. Unfortunately, someone seems to have poured maple syrup into their servers (I suspect jocks and coaches). Check back later.
And now I really do have
videos to watch work to do.
UPDATE: OK, the Freep site, while loading slowly, seems to be working. Here’s the story, about a small-town Michigan high-school track coach who held parties for his athletes at his house, featuring alcohol, pornography and (but of course) sexual assault. (Links to related sidebars within the main story.) This went on for several years before it all fell apart. Now he’s going to jail.
I don’t know if there’s more of this sort of thing nowadays or we just hear about it more. I don’t know if it’s a function of young teachers wanting to stay young forever and refusing to grow up. Maybe it’s just criminal stupidity. In this case, I suspect you can add a healthy dollop of deeply suppressed homosexuality to the mix (a side of the coach that he’ll be getting in better touch with behind bars, most likely).
I do know this: When a grown man encourages teenagers to call him “the Dizzle,” the best course of action for the latter party is to run in the opposite direction.
A fine, disgusting read. Enjoy!