When I was about eleven, my cousin Monica and I spent the summer talking about Weird Science and nursing massive crushes on Gary and Wyatt. At the time, my world consisted mainly of watching MTV (banished at my house as the Devil’s Channel so I had to watch as much as I could when I spent the night at my cousin’s), trying to borrow her navy-and-white striped, cropped Benetton cardigan with the oversized buttons (which was later washed with a red shirt and turned pink and maroon, losing its appeal), getting brain freezes from Coconut Slurpees, swimming, abusing Touch of Sun and indulging a fantasy life including, but not limited to, being in a rock band that performed mostly on roller skates.