I know this sounds crazy but one of the most attractive things about Neon colored things was its smell. Of course they didn't really smell any different than anything else, but to someone as strange as I am, who suffers a tad bit from Synesthesia, I remember that anything Neon I had was associated with a certain olfactory experience. It was a smell that was sterile like plastic but sweet like Starburst (I'm thinking close to the strawberry or Lemon ones). Okay, I'll shut up now.
One of the best representations (and most likely the status-making event of the Neon fad) is summed up in one word: Tron. Hell, it could very well be the exact epicenter of everyday Neon in our lives. Tron was kick ass, and even by today's standards, the wet dream of computer geek fanboys everywhere. Of course the world inside your computers in the Eighties was a neon drenched shangri-la, it just took Disney and Bruce Boxleitner to tell us.
Tron cycles, cool electric blue body suits, neat discs that lit up and flew back like boomerangs! Forget the insane and out of date plot, life inside the mainframe was cool.
Are you glowing or are you just happy to see me?
And finally the whole thing came to an explosive yet dissapointing end when...
Sigh...Debbie Gibson and her personification of Electric Youth. Yet another attempt to try and label kids and what's happening to a certain person or phrase. If anything Electric Youth should describe the sucktacular early Nineties that it ushered in. A world full of Tiffany, Vanilla Ice and Gerardo. If I could have puked in Neon, I would have. But a decade was over as well as a way of life. After this, I think we all collectively burned all our Neon painter's caps and toothbrushes.