Fashion that deserved to die

It's a cold, dark night when you're walking home and you hear some music that sounds vaguely familiar. You walk towards it. You realise that it's Madonna's "Like a Virgin" coming from the speakers in front of a store window that has mannequins dressed up in clothing that you burned in a ritual to cleanse your soul and your wardrobe of the 1980s a decade ago. You realise that two-tone jeans, big hair and ripped sweatshirts are coming back. You have fear.