What one thing would you bring back from the ’90s?
Do you remember the Mobbies Awards from last year? Someone graciously nominated me for Best Photo Blog and I was floored and honored to find out that I won.
Well, they are back. Nominations are now open.
And they want to know– what one thing would I bring back from the ’90s?
I pondered this for about a week before sitting down to respond.
I hope the frosted-tipped hair stays in the past. And my perm can stay back there, too. The ’90s were my awkward years, and I am very happy to leave those behind. It wasn’t all bad, though.
I mean, I LOVED flannel shirts (maybe a little too much). And Bongo jeans. And even though I wore keds everyday, I secretly lusted after Doc Martens. Toward the end of the decade I discovered Timberland boots, and rode that wave well past its death.
The neon colors, I could do without. And I didn’t get into pogs or beanie babies. I did have one hypercolor shirt, though, and I was pretty dangerous with a crimper.
I was 16 when we got AOL. I can’t bring myself to admit to you how long I spent in front of the computer, mindlessly spinning in circles in the chair, listening to the dial up sound and a busy signal, over and over again before it finally connected and I heard the blissful sound, “You’ve Got Mail!”
I hear Surge is making a comeback. I drank a ton of it back in the day. That crap is terrible for you, I think it should stay in the past!
The big stretchy headbands are back, and I saw scrunchies at Target last week.
But honestly? If I could bring anything back from the ’90s, it would be much simpler.
It would be the lifestyle.
Kids playing outside until the streetlights come on every day. People making eye contact and truly knowing each other. A sense of community.
It’s depressing to read all the articles about people calling the police because an elementary school aged kid is outside playing near their own house without immediate supervision. The fear of buckling my kids in the car on a rainy day, and THEN running my shopping cart back to the cart corral if it is more than a few steps away. There is an epidemic of the Excessive Samaritan. We are simultaneously overly involved in everyone’s business and completely disconnected. Quick to judge, slow with compassion.
I would bring back sports for fun, instead of the pressure of introducing your child to a sport at an early age to make sure they can get a scholarship later. If they want to start after the age of 6, forget it. They are too far behind already.
I would bring back lazy Saturday mornings watching cartoons over this overly-scheduled lifestyle where every child needs several activities and weekends are spent shuttling people from one activity to the next. More family time. Let the kids develop imagination and “suffer” boredom.
I know I’m viewing it through the rose-tinted glass of nostalgia. Life had its troubles back then, just as we do now. The troubles were just different. I was coming of age in the ’90s, so I wasn’t that aware of social or political issues. And I’m sure parenting was just as competitive as it is now, but without the platform of social media offering megaphones to everyone, maybe it wasn’t as in-your-face.
But really, we don’t want to bring back the fashion. I mean, do you need some proof?
(Ok, these really don’t prove anything on fashion. In the terms of ’90s TV shows, I was more of a Carlton and less of a Will Smith. Proof that I never want to re-live my awkward years, for you to laugh at, I mean, with me.)
Faces have been blurred to protect the innocent. They are free to call themselves out.
That hair. That sweater. Those glasses. Uh yeah. Moving on.
This is no better. In fact, this is worse. Ignore my face. Apparently I was really jazzed about that keyboard that I got. Oh, who am I kidding? I can still clearly remember the moment. I was over the moon over that keyboard on Christmas.
But seriously. A green suede vest? And a plaid shirt? And yes, that is a rhinestone lizard pin. (I really liked lizards, what can I say?) I am rocking this perm, too.
But you know, we all looked bad in middle school. So let’s look forward to the second half of the decade. It did get a little better (a little), but while I finally ditched the perm, I didn’t move out of Carlton Territory.
In high school I was way too fond of my Tims, I cuff rolled all my cut offs, and I tucked in everything.
Ahh, the mighty flannel, still my favorite during my freshman year of college. I have no words about those jeans, and the insistence on tucking it all in. Ha!
I wisened up in the 2000s, I promise.