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Tuesday, 31 January 2012

god bless the 90s

I'm 24 years young, that's not old is it? No I don't think so but then I start to reminisce about a simpler time, when I never really lived in a much simpler time - I was born in '87 for Christ's Sake - a modern age, post boom. And then I realise I'm either and insanely nostalgic person or more likely just the early onset of adult responsibility and purely aging! Basically I can't get enough of all things 90s, music, trends, icons and movies and I can't believe that's because life goes downhill after you're a pre-teen! While half of me wants an i-pad, the other half is terrified by the accelerated pace at which technology is progressing, the pressure brought about by the annual release of a glossy new stream line Apple product. The way these mega brands con you into buying a sparkling new phone or mp3 player that you buy only to discover that it is too technologically advanced to be compatible with your well loved laptop. It's like the phone is saying 'YOUR LAPTOP IS TOO OLD, YOU'RE GETTING OLD TOO'

The 90s can't have been that great:
I could have been a bright young thing in the 20s
a hippy chick or Carnaby Street mod in the swinging 60s
a curly haired disco diva in the 70s
a blitz kid with boy George makeup in the 80s
and then what did we have? brown lip liner and Timberland boots! bleugh

When I hark back to the days of my youth, it was an ambrosial amalgamation of Walkmen and roller-blades, highlighter brights, tie dye and the Fresh Prince. Grunge chic, parkas and Nivana. Oasis, Blur and Brit Pop. Baggy trouser'd All Saints. Ginger Union Jack Patriotism. Shit sportswear labels were as cool as couture. Bobby Brown, Aaliyah and R. Kelly. When Divas counted as role models ie. before Whitney discovered crack and Mariah had a perm and natural breasts. I was too young for acid house, for me it was all R.E.M. and T.L.C. Beloved Biggie and 2Pac. Fugees, Missy, Outkast, Chili Peppers. Pulp, Prodigy and Mariah Carey...
Lately I am re-obsessing over (almost) all of the above. 
Is this 
a) how everyone feels about their formative years 
b) because the 90s were banging times and no one really realised it until now or 
c) because I'm just actually getting old!? 

If anyone has any views on my quarter life crisis I would be grateful to hear what you have to say.






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