First off, good sir, one Gen Xer’s “nostalgia” is a Boomer’s “stuff we’ve had since we set up housekeeping, thank you very much.” Just wait until some Gen Z person makes a remark about your “retro” item that you bought in the Aughts.
So back in 1982, after I’d bought my first home (townhouse condo) for less than we paid last year just to add on a four-season porch to our current house (although I think the workmanship on the porch is better), I decided to buy some grown-up furniture to replace the hand-me-down crap that had survived four moves so far in my Navy career. I was looking at a bed that caught my eye at a furniture shop at the local mall; it had bookshelves in the headboard and storage space under the mattress, so it appealed to my practical side (which was most of me, back then, and pretty much now). Something to replace the twin-size bed I got as a kid and that had followed me from location to location. So I asked the sales person if they had these in full? No, just king and queen. Oh. A queen seemed very large. Maybe it would be okay when I stretched out on it… wait. Is this a WATERBED? Yes, sir, this is a waterbed store. [Signs. When you enter. Read them. Lessons of youth.] Oh… actually, this is kind of nice. I could get to like this. How much? Wow, that’s a decent price. And that’s with the mattress and everything? Wow… y’know what, I’m gonna do it! So how do I order? Actually, sir, there’s a sale on; we have king-size beds for the price of our queens.
And that, my friend, is how we ended up in a king-size waterbed 36 years later. They’re comfy.