Whenever I am “one or two notches away from losing it” (as a bud just IMmed me to say), I like to self-medicate with an 80s video. Between John Parr’s mane and an unwrinkled Ally Sheedy, this vid works everytime. Preach!
I also just read a sort of depressing essay about Carl Kurlander, the writer of St. Elmo’s Fire, who was something of a Hollywood wunderkind in the eighties and now is a balding writing teacher Pittsburgh. I think it might have been writing Saved by the Bell: The New Class that did him in.