For this week's Culture Club column for Playboy, I decided to write about nostalgia. It's a sneaky, nasty little varmint that worms its way into your heart. But you've got to resist it, people. That's hard, of course, since pop culture and the media are obsessed with cataloging all the things we loved in our childhood. But as a critic, I consider nostalgia to be my sworn enemy: I can't keep an open mind if I'm too busy revisiting (and romanticizing) the past. So, yes, this essay comes from the heart. Hope you enjoy.