Heartthrobs like Pedro Pascal, Colman Domingo, and Nicholas Hoult have all been spotted in recent weeks on their films' press tours rocking ludicrously capacious bags from brands such as Bottega Veneta, Valentino, and Prada.
The impressionists, a derogatory label they would later adopt with pride, saw worth and beauty everywhere: a garlic seller or a ballet dancer or a baby nephew deserved immortalising as much as Jesus or Napoleon.
One major difference that is tough to even remember, let alone to describe to someone who didn't live through it, was how parochial information was back then. Take any obscure factoid, for example: What happened downtown this afternoon? Where was a certain rock star born? Who was the goaltender on the 1980 Swedish Olympic team? Today, you can call it up in a matter of seconds; back then, you had to either have the knowledge, have someone who did, or have access to people or resources that did. Otherwise, you shrugged and went on with your day. There was no falling down Wikipedia rabbit holes.
Please don't get married. The reason why you're seeing marriage rates and birth rates decline is because, for the first time in human history, women have had more agency.
