Retrospective

Retro

Nostalgia

Nostalgia Goes Niche in Wet Hot American Summer and Comrade Detective

Nostalgia Blues

Just because of sentiment?

I would have thought revenge or nostalgia.

I may be a sentimental meathead,

One grows nostalgic for the good old days.

Bruce McCall's faux nostalgia

I feel so alone.

Cozy, warm, oldworldly, even a canary bird.

Somebody once said that nostalgia is the one utterly most useless human emotion so I think that s a case for serious play.

As adults we admire the lap from a nostalgic distance.

And it made me suspicious.

Sick is the wrong word but i think i'm pregnant.

And faux nostalgia works even in serious subjects like war.

With gratitude and affection and with honor.

I suspected that Tom was interested.

One can get very tired of gratitude.

The people who live there love it.

You're nostalgic for the good old days, while I'm happy to live in this modern world.

I was ashamed to go out in old clothes.

Be grateful, Cambreau.

Merciful Father, we bow our heads in gratitude on this, our Thanksgiving Day.

But the word a combination of the Greek nostos (homecoming) and algos (pain) was coined to describe the disease of acute homesickness. Perhaps it would be beneficial to return to that definition of nostalgia, at least in its political manifestation, as something more akin to an illness a condition that distorts reality and impedes the formulation of effective solutions for real world challenges.

Is that his line, down the memory lane?

Don't you think you should be grateful?

If you're born after 1950, this is just consider this entertainment, otherwise it's memory lane.

You will even weep, perhaps, with gratitude and kindness.

Or you doubt my diagnosis?

Faux nostalgia, which I'm sort of not, say, famous for, but I work an awful lot in it.

I wonder why I go for skinny broads.

These people don't know how to be grateful.

HIV infected pregnant women may be advised or pressured to terminate their pregnancy.

I know how you feel, even if you think I don't.

I know how you feel... when I look at that tumbleddown school.

I came to reassure you and to thank you for the concern you showed.

Or he felt sorry for me and he was beginning to feel the same way about you.

Dare I admit that after she did it I never really loved her again?

I am a spokesman of the old class, fatally compromised with the past régime, bound to it by bonds of decency, if not affection.

I believe you ought to be thanking him instead of suspecting him.

I'd be ashamed to doubt a nice girl like Jenny.

No, I felt a little guilty, so I got out some of your old stories.

It's a record we rather proud of. The family built it and we still live here.