The prevailing mainstream-media widsom is that this decade we’re winding down just might be the worst ever—or at least the worst in recent memory.
I’m not ready to offer such a sweeping assessment myself, but, back at the decade’s midpoint, in late 2005, I stopped to contemplate the half-decade that had just passed and thought: This has been an ugly stretch. So ugly, in fact, that there was no way that VH1 and its stable of “fundits” could pull off one of those “I Love the Eighties”-type shows where they could rat-a-tat glib quips about all the horror that had unfolded.
Or could they?
(Courtesy of the archive of my semi-defunct site Snobsite.)