When I was young, it was hip to be square. (No, it wasn’t, but since I just got a supernintendo and Donkey Kong Country, we’ll go with it.) Now, it’s hip to be sad. WHY YOU SO MELANCHOLY, YOUTH? I would be that woman in 1967 who still has big helmet hair and a girdle, confused at how everything changed while I was out driving my Thunderbird.