FACING A NEW YEAR, let's not line up resolutions -- so trite, so improbable, and who ever keeps them, right?
Let's think about some things born of 1990 and before that we might have to say goodbye to in 1991:
* Prosperity: You know that good feeling from being able to sell your house and get a deal, or from being able to send your 17-year-old to college. You know, that feeling that just maybe "recession" was a word the media made up.
* The Lambada: No one I know ever did the dance. It seemed like a revamped, dirty version of the tango.
* Large shoulder pads: Fashion-conscious insiders tell me the accessory will get smaller.
* Neon clothing: I hope we can say so long to that stuff that glows in the dark and loses some of its color after the fourth washing.
* Oat bran: That love affair didn't last long.
* The mystique of Roseanne Barr.
* Zsa Zsa Gabor's antics.
* "Twin Peaks": Who watches it, anyway?
* Necks encased in tons of gold chains.
* Yuppies, with luck.
* Milli Vanilli: The critics were right.
* Margaret Thatcher.
* Too much fat in fast food.
I also have my own more personal peeves that I'd be glad to see go, things I'd like to forget.
* People who talk computer lingo. They must wonder why they aren't invited to parties.
* Those little lace collars on print dresses. Now, they look dowdy. Yep, I bought one.
* The ad nauseam talk of cholesterol.
* The fight between butter and margarine.
* The flap over decaf vs. real coffee.
* I would also like people to stop saying "have a good one," and just say "hello, thanks or goodbye," according to the occasion.
* Let Perrier take a back seat to club soda with a twist of lemon -- much cheaper.
* Bart Simpson.
* Ninja Turtles.
* Media coverage of Donald Trump and Ivana.
* The short short skirts, tutu-length, in which no one with a shade of decency can sit down and cross their legs. Let the long skirts proliferate because they cover up a multitude things -- from varicose veins to fat.
* Moussed-up, ratty-looking hair.
Look, over the years, we've managed to say goodbye to go-go boots, Nehru jackets, crock pots, Imelda Marcos, smoking in public, 78 rpm and lava lamps. So bring on 1991.