The '80s were probably mediocre years at best - stock market crashes, Reaganomics, Van Halen - but hey, the decade hosted my birth, and it played home to this fantastic little ditty right here.
We watched this in my How to be a Marxist class (or, as it's technically called, the Anthropology of Mass and Popular Culture), and I have to say, it's pretty inspiring. Gets my inner feminist all tingly, and makes me want to stage a rap battle. Plus, there's an old school subway car involved, which is always a win.
When one of my roommates heard this blasting from my speakers, she asked if I was listening to Justin Bieber.
Joie pour le monde.
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