Generation X: Mid 60s – Mid 70s | “Members Only”

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Alright, cool kids.  Remember this?

The early 1980s brought flash and dash.  Big hair.  Big shoulders.  Big pants.  Big shirts. Bold colors…

…And “Members Only”. 

Someone came up with the brilliant idea to market a jacket with two simple words, and it took the decade by storm.  I’m not quite sure what the marketing team at “Members Only” was thinking — could it be we would all be a gang?

*blink*

The 80s was a time of Saturday morning programming, after school specials, and of course, movies and music videos featuring dancers looking tough and stuff.  Completing the “look” — “Members Only”.

Coolness personified.

Remember the posing that went along with it when you got a jacket, which of course went well with your bright, neon tops and oversized stirrup pants (for the girls) and parachute pants (for the boys)?  Those clothes:  Priceless.  Tragic.  Wrong in so. many. ways.  You styled your “Members Only” jacket zipper up, zipper down, fake Ray Bans on (for the boys).  For the girls, you just made your hair that much higher and bigger.

Hmmm…What was the jacket made of?  Was it flammable?!  Oh God.  What the h*ll was that thing?!  Polyester?  Cotton?  smh.  sigh.  It didn’t matter.  It was the baddest thing at the mall.

Surprise, surprise, 30 years later, the “Members Only” brand is still around…

…and so are we, Gen X-ers.  So are we.

*Wonders if “Members Only” will call me to do modeling gig as a Gen X-er in jackets complete with retro poses in my 5″ heels, of course…I could totally do that. (Who am I kidding?  No, I couldn’t…Okay, yes I could.)*

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This hypnotherapy thing is slightly creepy. *blink*

I was a first-timer.

First, there’s was no dangling pendulum thing-y.  Second, there was no hopping on one foot, barking like a dog or spilling federal secrets.  Third, I was fully conscious, and when I say “fully conscious”, I mean, my eyes were closed but I could hear everything, so much so that my mind kept jumping from thought to thought — like the delicious crepe I’d eaten 30 minutes before at Vive la crepe (Mmmm, their crepes are light and slightly sweet — basically, insanely delicious…but I digress).

Okay, bringing it back…

The experience was nothing like television.

I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed.  Actually, more than disappointed, I’m not sure what the heck happened.  I was wide awake with my eyes closed.

My assessment?

This hypnotherapy thing is slightly creepy.  *blink*

It was just a l-i-t-t-l-e bit weird.  I can’t explain it.  Especially since the voice of the hypnotist changed so drastically once it began, I was like, “Whoa, what the h*ll happened?  Who is this person?”  (I didn’t dare open my eyes because I was afraid I’d see a scary thing with eyes rolled back in their heads, face all contorted…yes, I was scared enough to keep my eyes as tightly closed as possible.)   O_o

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And then on top of everything, wasn’t I supposed to fall asleep?  Wasn’t I to be in a trance?  Wasn’t I to feel refreshed and revitalized?  I was stifling the urge to smile a few times.  And I felt like an eyelash was in my right eye, which of course, felt like a pebble, so it was annoying and made my eyeball so incredibly uncomfortable.

“Feeeeeeel yourrrrself relaaaxed aaaaand youuuur bodyyyy siiiiiinnnnnkkkkiiiinnnngggg deeeeperrrr and deeeeperrrr innnto thhhhe chaiiirrrr…”

Obviously, I wasn’t focusing hard enough.  Obviously.  smh.

I don’t know (sigh)…but I’m keeping an open mind.  The hypnotherapist is lovely.  I have two more visits.  My next one won’t be for another month, so, I’ll report back.