Retro Roots. Modern Obsessions.
Mel Brooks didn’t just spoof movies—he dissected the absurdity of racism, religion, and power with fart jokes and Broadway numbers. For Gen X kids raised on cable, his films weren’t just funny—they were survival manuals wrapped in slapstick. This is a love letter to the standup philosopher who made it okay to laugh at everything, including ourselves.
I see the anger. I see the fear hiding under it. I see a version of myself standing behind her eyes, and it terrifies me. This is a letter I never thought I’d have to write — to the girl I love, fighting the same ghosts I never fully outran.
Forget the villains — this is about grappling hook waste, radioactive heroism, and the thunder god who just invalidated your insurance policy.
A nostalgic, brutally honest deep dive into the sugar-soaked chaos of 80s cereal culture—mascots, toy prizes, mail-away lies, and the strange breakfast rituals that raised us.
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