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Did your parents attend Ole Miss in the mid-1980s? If they did, or if one of them did, there’s at least a small chance you’ll spot them in this video. There’s a great chance, however, that they knew some of these people, and there’s a 100% chance they got drunk, did drugs, and engaged in many immoral and felonious activities with them. There’s also an excellent chance they had the times of their lives. If your parents didn’t attend Ole Miss, but still went to a college with a respectable social scene, this video will show you a small window into what it was like when they were at the point in their lives that you are in now — college.
The ’80s are considered by many to be the golden era of Greek life. The shorts were shorter, the hair was higher, and the cocaine was cocaine-ier.
Here’s the video, filmed on the campus of Ole Miss in the mid-1980s, called Mullets and Majesty: Ole Miss in the Mid-’80s:
You probably noticed some similarities to what you’re likely experiencing now at school: intramural football, keg parties, beer drinking, awkward white people dancing, a general carefree disposition. There are some notable differences, though, aside from the shitty video technology: almost nonexistent inseams, nipple-high pant lines, and Mullet City.
Aside from appearances, not so different.
Were you wondering what a 1985 dime looked like?
Here’s one, just strutting around Oxford with her huge ’80s hair and terrible ’80s shirt like she owns the campus. Total dime piece. My first instinct is to say only this chick could pull off a shirt like that, but that’s the 21st century in me talking. Every girl wore awful attire like this, but maybe she’s the one who made it awesome in that town, or even in that era.
She looks like she’d be a prude, doesn’t she? Not the kind of girl who’d let you cop a feel on your house party dance floor. She’s making you work for it, maybe you take her out to a nice restaurant a couple times, drop a couple hundred on her, she makes you settle for a couple closed mouth kisses with implications of better things to come if you play your cards right, then she rips your heart out like the scumbag you are.
How great would it be if she was actually the mother of one of you? Before the lame jokes start up, my mom went to Tennessee. Not her.