I have a terrible confession to make.
I love the 90s.
I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed.
It's because I was a child in the 90s, and when I thought about my first kiss, my first car, my first prom dress, my wedding--all of those things ran through a 90s filter.
I even remember this one time after I had been out of high school for a few years when I realized, "Holy crap, I totally dress grunge." And I didn't even cry.
So if you ever see me in a maroon drop-waist plaid dress with peace sign earrings and combat boots, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to fulfill a childhood dream of meeting Jordan Catalano in the boiler room while listening to the Cranberries while holding my Jansport backpack and Walkman.
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Oh, honey...this explains so much. Soooooooo much. And I'm so sorry.
Because I was a teen in the '90's, and the only words I have to describe that experience are four letters long. Grunge. Smells like teen spirit. Ten over and over and over again until I knew every line of every song. Tail-end of Hammer on up through Claire Danes at Juliet. Seriously, I did junior high in '90/'91/'92, hs 92/93/94/95/96, college from 96 - 12-00. I will never get over that music or those clothes...but you should. Not in favor of emo skinny jeans, mind you...but maybe something more...'30's? '40's? Okay, '20's. Sigh.
Why the '90's?
God, I have no idea. I can't tell if I like the plaid flannel, high top Converse, and terrible Nick at Nite slime game shows first, and I've just held onto that... Or if it's truly just me being a product of that time period.
Either way, I promise to never wear anything acid-washed. I promise.
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