1980s. No one remembers the chill. We experienced that time as a shadow generation, the written-out Reagan-haters, a plummet in post-war fertility, the population sag between Baby Boomers and Millenials. We didn’t muster enough numbers to interest network executives or advertising agencies or political parties so in many ways it was as if we didn’t exist. Nothing on TV was aimed at us. Things had been sold and told to our older siblings (late-Baby Boomers) that we saw through from an early age. We were a tough sell. We had this subculture all to ourselves. The suburbs played a role. Having our own bedroom. This was the web in the days right before the Internet: a nation-wide link-up of bedrooms strung together by late-night radio DJs and hand-stapled newspapers and independent record retailers and small-time promoters. But you couldn’t stay in the bedroom forever.