While sitting in a waiting room recently, I glanced at the woman to my left, noticed her knee-torn boyfriend jeans with slightly shredded hems, and thought, “Oh no, it’s happening again.” You might expect me to embrace the return of 90s fashion trends that have been filling the stores these past couple of years. And… Continue reading Too Tall for Delia*s
The Undeniable Truth – or, “An Ode to the Compact Disc”
Let’s explore for a moment the pain of unwrapping a new CD: First, be sure the cashier removes the clunky, foot-long plastic frame before you leave the store because you won’t be able to do it yourself. I think these things were intended to prevent theft, but to this day I’m not entirely sure. … Continue reading The Undeniable Truth – or, “An Ode to the Compact Disc”
Don’t Call Me A Millennial
I gotta interrupt the nostalgia for a brief interlude here to address something that’s been on my mind for far too long. Indulge me, please, because I have got to get this out. I’ll try hard not to be obnoxious. I am not a Millennial, and I’m really tired of being classified as one. … Continue reading Don’t Call Me A Millennial
The Never-ending Afterschool Special
Before you get excited, this post isn’t really about an Afterschool Special.[1] Although those had such mature content that I think it could have been. No, this post is about a real-life saga that captivated America in the 90s, so let’s get into it. To start, a question: Where were you when the O.J. verdict… Continue reading The Never-ending Afterschool Special
I’d Go Back for Daria
Annoyingly, when I got to high school, people started asking me “What’s wrong?” practically every day. Apparently, I wore an expression on my face that indicated worry, trouble, sorrow, or some combination of the three. I could have interpreted my classmates’ interest in my well-being as them being caring and not as self-absorbed and mean as… Continue reading I’d Go Back for Daria
A Pepsi Kind of Decade
This ad is not the first thing that pops into my head when I think of Van Halen, but it’s pretty close: You can imagine what we all thought back in 1993 when we saw this Super Bowl commercial: “What?!” But then: “Wait, why?” That about sums up the 90s experience with Crystal Pepsi.[1] But… Continue reading A Pepsi Kind of Decade
The Ballad That Still Breaks Me
“Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you . . . .” I’m sorry! I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry. I know that probably caused you pain. It hurt me, too. But I have to address it. This blog is all things 90s, and that means we cover the good and the bad, the delightful and the… Continue reading The Ballad That Still Breaks Me
The Notes That Make Us Raw
Today I’m going to talk about how a certain sound – even just a chord – can evoke feelings of sickness, disbelief, realization, disgust, discomfort, and cluelessness all at once. It’s time for Pearl Jam “Jeremy.” Before I get into this, I need to share that I have major respect for Pearl Jam. Admittedly, there… Continue reading The Notes That Make Us Raw