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Culture WarsAugust 12, 2025
Viral "1985 Misses You" video is consuming the internet with nostalgia, but it's just creepy
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The internet is big on people clamoring for the good old days and claiming, "this is what they took from us." Not that remembering fondly when things were easier is anything new. Monetizing the nostalgia isn't even new. But there appear to be a lot of people lamenting online about it as of late, and the newest form is this creepy AI video claiming that 1985 Misses You.
I have no idea where this video came from. Once I find out, I will update the post and give proper credit. (Edit: The streets are saying David Esquire)
Anyone know where the 1985 Misses You video originated from? pic.twitter.com/WMY5XzMCRH
— Louder with Crowder Dot Com (@LWCnewswire) August 12, 2025
The video had the desired "this is what they took from us" effect in an attempt to monetize nostalgia:
"It really was light years better in 1985. I miss what we had."
"I wasn't alive in 1985, but I was alive in the 90's, and I would love to go back to the 80's or 90's."
"I wasn’t even alive in 1985, and this video made me cry."
It only gets an eye roll from me. If you don't know your neighbors' names or go bike riding with the kids, that's not a 2025 problem. That's a you problem.
It goes into a realization I had when LWC was on hiatus last month. We spend so much time lamenting that this isn't the America we grew up in; we don't realize that, in many ways, it's still the America we grew up in.
When people say neighborhood kids used to "link up for baseball, soccer, basketball, or just riding bikes," maybe I live in a weird place... but they all do that now. The key difference is that when they relax with a screen in front of their face, it's with an app and not an Atari.
There was one specific day during break that stands out. I had picked up my nephew and his friend from baseball camp, where they play the National Anthem every morning, and found it refreshing seeing the older kids teaching and joking around with the younger ones. When we got home, my niece was there with a gang of her friends, riding their bikes and scooters around the neighborhood, just bouncing from house to house until dinner time.
It was the exact life I lived when I was that age, ironically enough, in 1985. I still listen to the same music and watch the same movies too. Neither has gone away. If anything, we have more access to it.
This isn't to say that there aren't issues unique to these times. Social media and having too much access to it (this goes for adults too) are one. Housing costs are another MAJOR one, and something we need to be taking more seriously than we do.
And again, maybe I live in a weird place. But neighbors and friends still BBQ on the weekends, enjoying a few beers while the kids play stickball or do crafts. We help each other when something heavy needs to be moved, and have to remember what tool is in whose garage. We look after each other. We support each other. We live most of the same lives our parents did. Again, in 1985.
Turn off X-Twitter once in a while, long enough to look around. You'll be surprised.
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