Sunday, July 11, 2004 · posted at 2:37 PM
The bag of chips.

VH1's "I Love the 90's" premieres on Monday. I think it's too soon and all too fresh, but hey I'm not the network CEO. The thing that made "I Love the 80's" and "I Love the 80's Strikes Back" so good was that, with the exception of the Chucks, all the trends and fads they talked about existed only in the recesses of my mind. When was the last time you used a shirt-tie, or wore acid-washed jeans? Jelly shoes? Watched the Goonies? These are true memories to reminisce over.

In comparison, some of the "I Love the 90's" trends are still commonplace nowaday - flared jeans, Eminem, Beverly Hills 90210 (weekends at 9am on FX).

As for the fads that aren't glaring in my face each day, if I ever need a time warp back to the 90's I can go back to my parents' house where a pair of Furbys (Do-do-doo, Do-do-doo) sit on a shelf and speak Furbish to their Ty Beanie Baby friends Goldie, Chop, and Quacks and the stereo is littered with Boyz II Men, Counting Crows, All-4-One, Mariah Carey, Cathy Dennis ("Too Many Walls"), Bryan Adams, Ace of Base, and Number 1 Hit compilations including Right Said Fred ("I'm Too Sexy"), Sir Mix-A-Lot ("Baby Got Back"), and The Heights ("How Do You Talk To An Angel"). There are Power Ranger toys stored away in boxes, rows of VHS movies like The Cutting Edge, Jurassic Park, Look Who's Talking, and Pretty Woman.

And my mom still insists on wearing old tees with fluorescents, flowers, and Save the River Dolphins emblazoned on them. Also crushed velvet shirts that are "still good, still good." And vocabulary? My parents are on an 8-year slang delay and have just recently started using terms such as "hang out" and "cool."

How can I miss something if it hasn’t even gone away?

So, do I really need "I Love the 90's" already? Not really - sometimes "I LIVE the 90's." But hey do I ever turn down an opportunity to talk pop culture and unfathomable trends we once subscribed to? You know where to find me come 9pm PT.
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Author's Note: To prepare myself for this entry, I wore an *N Sync concert tee, flipped through old yearbooks to look at the poofy Roberta prom dresses, and listened to Wilson Phillips while using an Oregon Trail-enabled computer.


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