As a product of the mid 80s, I know that I have been exposed to a wealth of sometimes important, oftentimes useless information that I carry with me to this very day. For example, as a result of my date of birth, I know to take careful precaution to Avoid the Noid at any and all costs, as he is a thieving snake who must be stopped. I know that if I ever run into Dave Coulier of Full House fame I will be sure to ask him to oblige me with a Mr. Woodchuck impression. I know that Earthworm Jim for Super Nintendo is the world’s most difficult and unfair video game followed closely by Ninja Gaiden for original Nintendo. Finally I have learned to fear and respect the ever-creepy Treasure Troll, as I am certain that some otherworldly form will one day breath life into them and they will take over the world…but that’s a different story altogether.
In addition to all of these tidbits of knowledge that I store for a rainy day, or a heated game of 90s Trivial Pursuit, I recall that my older sister and all of my friends’ cooler, older siblings all seemed to own futons. Deep within the depths of their dimly lit rooms, right underneath their life sized posters of Eddie Vedder, sat a generously sized futon…sometimes, conveniently taking the form of a couch, peppered with plaid shirts perhaps or ripped jeans; or other times a full-sized bed, ten hole Doc Martens perched neatly at the foot. Either way, the futon seemed to be the staple piece of furniture for the young and modern in the 90s.
I used to dream of the day when I too, could discard my childish sleigh bed, and get myself a great big futon; my rite of passage, my acceptance into the world of the super cool, long haired, Kurt Cobain wannabes whom I had long admired. Sadly…I never got to satisfy my futon dream. I slept soundly, though very un-chicly, in my pine sleigh bed right up until I moved out and now I can’t wait to one day settle into my first perfectly firm, undeniably comfortable futon mattress. I oftentimes find myself browsing MoreFutons.com, ogling their massive selection of sizes, styles and brands. From their massive variety of futon frames to their grand assortment of futon covers, anxiously awaiting the day when I am financially secure enough to purchase a brand new futon of my very own. Until then, I suppose I will have to deal with my boyfriend’s boring spring mattress, which incidentally, does not fold into a couch…and it only makes people worry when you try.
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