Hate 'em, don't miss 'em.
The tangling, the warping, the hiss.
The massive amount of time it took to make a mixtape.
The crappy sound quality, the inordinate cost.
The stupid record companies shuffling the song order of an album just so it would fit on a cassette. (That should be "She's the One", not "Night".)
To hell with 'em. Good riddance.
Oh, and screw VHS, too.
And CDs, while we're at it.