Lines from an old song are rumbling through my head: Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. I’m thinking that no one under the age of 45 is familiar with this little ditty, but the words resonate as true today as they did when first written Madonna and her pointy accouterments at the Grammys. Keep. The rest of the over-the-top 1980s can be tossed out with mountainous shoulder pads,