Epiphany.

I'm not one to go around shouting that I've had epiphanies.

But if an epiphany is, 

as Wikipedia says,

finding the last piece of the puzzle 

and now seeing the whole picture,

I had one this morning.

Don't laugh,

but I have come to appreciate

the 1980s.

I've always been fond of people born in the 80s, 

obviously,

but aside from the first season of Saved by the Bell,

an occasional Molly Ringwald movie,

and a strange fascination with Pee-Wee's Playhouse

I found 80s pop culture rather unpalatable.

Enter "True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper,

and the tide begins to turn.

Not only is this a great song

(well-covered by the impregnable Phil Collins as well),

but also

the video is 

awe-inspiringly

strange.

And I realized that I have just the palate 

for awe-inspiringly strange.

Ba-jang.

There it is.

The puzzle is complete.

I love the 80s.

You've got to admire the audacity with which they did things in the 80s.

I do.

Now.