"With all my love to Mom & Dad"
My dogs own about 100 toys, but I can't remember the last time we got them a toy that entered into the pantheon of toys that truly drive them crazy like their hard plastic play keyrings. I used to think it's because they love to chew, but they could chew any number of other, similar toys, so that's not the whole picture. Then I thought it was the keys' forbidden allure—if they chew too long they're eating plastic, so we take them away after a short time.
My current dogs meeting a toy that belonged to my childhood dog, Cinnamon.
But instead, I think part of it is the fact that this kind of toy was among the very first we ever gave them. I think it's impossible to fall in love with new objects or experiences as hard as you did with certain objects and experiences when you were young and you had so few objects and experiences with which to compare them. And I think that the things we love the most are the things that remind us of when we were kids, or that were among the first things for which our appreciation first made us feel we were growing up.
That's why I think certain objects and experiences hit my nostalG-spot in ways that don't—and don't have to—make artistic sense. I can't really explain why Looker or Golden Girls or Body Double or The Eyes of Laura Mars are visual comfort food for me—in some of the cases, I could semi-objectively argue that aspects of them are just plain quality, but overall, it's not so much about the quality as it is about an indescribable quality these experiences (more than "shows" or "movies") produced in me when I was young, and that they still trigger in me now that I'm old and too jaded to jump on every new bandwagon.
I was watching some of those triggers while I spent the past five or so days obsessively picking over all my belongings, another activity always sure to tickle that nostalG-spot. My goal was to organize and hopefully edit; I accomplished that, if only meagerly (I dumped or marked for sale about three boxes' worth of stuff), but maybe the secret goal was simply to bask in the feelings I get looking at the things I've acquired.