I was born in the eighties, but grew up and was formed by the nineties. Â Every so often, I pine for the ability to time travel, to revisit those years, for the cars, the music, the simplicity. The cultural figures that formed me.
Excesses of the 80s were toned down, but yuppies were alive and well in my world. Looking back, it seems like there were years of consistency: shopping at the GAP, filtered sunshine, car washes in the driveway, thick british car magazines, wood floors, and grown-up dinner parties.
Of course, everything looks rosier in hindsight.
If I had to design my quintessential 90s daydream, it might look something like this…
Cruising in a Mercedes S-class of limousine proportions (see above), with all the funny 90s-ness the Benzes from that era. Sleek but bulky and comically German with details like headlight wipers and self-closing doors.
…listening to this song…
Acting just like this Asian teenager from Rush Hour. Who couldn’t dance and drive in the 90s?!
Heading to the mall with these two clowns for outfits from Calvin Klein…
Where we’d run into our tough but lovable Catholic school teacher, Sister Mary Frances, who’d ironically lecture us on gluttony…
After which we would take in a dinner theater comedy show with these kweens, who were the original drag superstars…
At which point I would wake up happy.
Please, someone, build a time machine and make it comparable to buying a plane ticket?
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Done and Done!