In the 1980s, things were simpler. We didn’t have the internet. Many of us didn’t even have cable TV. To compensate for those basic luxuries, we would spend hours of our day making things shiny. Not just a little shiny, like shiny enough that you would think whatever you were getting near was wet. My family bought bottle after bottle of Mr. Clean and would scrub every surface until it could double as a mirror, then we would spend hours just staring at ourselves, admiring our parachute pants and Flock of Seagulls haircuts and taunting people who thought they were going to get wet touching our shiny surfaces.
It was a magical time. You can see it for yourself in this mid-eighties commercial for Mr. Clean.