Aw, when times were more simple. When all I cared about was the Dixie Chicks and gel pins. When the boy’s rocked frosted tips and shark tooth chokers.
This music video is a serious problem. The fact that my elementary school boyfriend wrote down this entire song on a note then gave it me for Valentine’s Day is an even bigger problem.
Don’t even get me started on cartoons. I actually get really upset.
If you don’t have a genuine relationship with Harry Potter than chances are you weren’t born in the ’90s.
If you didn’t have crimper then you probably weren’t born in the ’90s.
I would pay serious money if I ever came across one of these again.
Our kids will never know the sounds a Furby makes, or know what it feels like to push in a VHS tape into a VCR. They will never know the greatest love story alive, Corey and Tapanga.
This, this right here, was some serious shit.
If you learned everything you know from the MTV show Undressed, chances are you were born in the ’90s. If you were born in the ’90s you know how to do The Carlton. If you were born in the ’90s then you know that the best part of P.E involved either a rainbow colored parachute or cup stacking. If you were educated by Bill Nye or The Magic School Bus you were born in the ’90s. If you still have your Beanie Babies or Pokemon cards chances are you were born in the 90’s.
With all the new speculation around the twitter-sphere, there is no wonder that @whitegirlproblems has hit a new high. Babe Walker, the infamous Babe Walker has wrote a book. Who is Babe? I wish I fucking knew. She is the faceless name behind @whitegirlproblems, behind her book, behind her fab-blog… I could go on, but I will leave the Googling to you. Seriously though, try Googling this bitch’s name, you will not find a single valid picture of her.
When I learned more about Babe I found out I might be a little like the Oklahoma version of her. If Oklahoma could produce such a vain thing, I come close to it. When I read the chapter of her book she has posted on her blog I found the only other person in the world that sketches out their outfits before they wear them. You could call her my faceless lesbian crush.
A lifestyle of three day concerts, hipster attire, and nonstop dubstep. I think there is a portion of my generation that is completely and utterly jealous that they didn’t get to spend their 20’s in the 70’s. So we have become almost completely obsessed with recreating it ourselves. Bonnaroo, Coachella, and Wakarusa (to name the least) have filled our weekends with a Woodstock-wannabe aroma. And well, WE CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT!
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