I hate those VH1 shows. The nostolgia is fun, but all the commentary sounds about as canned and scripted as possible and pisses me off. The worst one was the Top 100 Worst Songs or whatever it was called where three people would use the same damn joke in their little critique of the song.
I never owned parachute pants. About the best I had was a Coca-Cola sweatshirt. I did have some of those Kangaroo shoes with the zipper pocket in like 6th grade though.
I also had a Member's Only jacket, lots of Izod polo shirts, and little white disco boots. I also dress like Cyndi Lauper a lot. Neon and gauzy skirts were staples of my wardrobe.