We remember the 80s as decidedly uncool, art included. But shoulder pads and good writing aren’t mutually exclusive:
The labels didn’t matter. What mattered was revealing the world and its beleaguered citizens rather than torturing them with edifying or otherwise aspirational myths that no one could (or should) hope to live up to.
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