I was watching an old Janeane Garofalo stand-up gig on YouTube from 1995 (I love her. She is my Druid). I suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia. You know what I think is the consummate, all-encompassing symptom of age? When you turn on MTV and you have no clue who or what you’re watching. If you muster enough patience to stick around for two minutes, you find yourself rolling your eyeballs at every ten-second interval. That’s twelve eyeball rolls. As Zafra so cleverly put it: Facercise!
I know. I’m 25. It’s ridiculous for me to even mention that. But in a few years, there will be kids who will see the 90s like we saw the 70s, so retro and far-out. I miss the 90s. That was my “home” era. I think everybody has one. That God-given decade of your youth that you subliminally get stuck in. I’m still on the look out for the return of grunge by the way. You know: loose rock concert T-shirt, long-sleeved flannel top, yellow stitched Docs and leather bracelets. You can imagine my disappointment at the mild 80s revival currently hitting the scene. No offense to the kids of that generation (No wait…I will not dress this up. Acid-washed denim anyone? Shoulder pads? Stun gun me). With grunge came sarcasm and rage. If it makes a comeback, I don’t even have to try. I’m already in.
Does anybody remember Nirvana? Pearl Jam? Silverchair (Clare. wink, wink)? Garbage? That series on RPN 9 My So-called Life with Claire Danes and this goofy-looking curly haired dude? There’s Something About Mary? Romy and Michelle’s Highschool Reunion? I Still Know What You Did Last Summer and will needlessly be informed of all the subsequent summers of your lifetime? No Doubt back when Gwen Stefanie wasn’t the über-famous have-my-own-clothing-line pop culture monstrosity she is now? Speaking of which, I saw them play the Don’t Speak video on classic MTV once. I froze in my seat. Classic MTV?!! Case in point. See paragraph 1, sentences 3 and 4.
Alanis “I’m going to decapitate you with my harmonica and ridiculously long hair” Morissette?
Whatever happened to them?
Yes, there was this big hoo-ha over the recent Spice Girls reunion but let’s face it. They’re in their 30s making music videos that are really just glorified lingerie ads. It’s not the same. Sporty Spice is now posh looking? Where are the backflips? And if for some far-flung reason, time becomes non-linear and they came out now as opposed to when I was 14 and gullible, I will go into my eyeball routine, no question.
Anyway, here’s to that decade. If only for the high-cut DMs, I will pray for a resurrection.
May 15, 2008 at 8:12 pm
ah yes. the long-sleeved flannel top. for me it wasn’t grunge it was dyke chic. just add an annoying mouth and you have rosie o’donell.
anyway, you forgot the dork-alicious Beakman’s World. ah yes. fun times. funny, the only episode that i still remember clearly is the one about detergent soaps.
and alanis is happy now. or at least she WAS happy when she was still boinking van wilder.
btw, tukneneng, i made link-link your blog to mine.
May 16, 2008 at 2:46 am
I miss the 90s, too. TERRIBLY.
I blogged about being stuck in that decade but couldnt find it, hehe. It included an anecdote about asking someone to buy me two sachets of shampoo and I gave him 5pesos. The guy just stared at me and said, “Ate, para sa isang sachet lang ito.” I looked at him incredulously, “Ano? Ang mahal naman! 2.50 lang ah!”
Then my brother butted in, “Hoy, nung 1990s pa yang presyong iniisip mo. Anong taon na ba ngayon?” (This was in 2004/2005)
Lam mo, ang mahal na mabuhay ngayon. Hay.
May 16, 2008 at 3:23 am
@carfuffle: Yes, of course. How could I have forgotten Beakman’s World. Haha!
By the way, is it true that your Martian Milk Handle was swiped by some Italian Diva? Kim told me the story today.
@Clare: Remember how you were obsessed with that dude from Sea Quest? Hahaha! What was his name?
Oh, I remember…Jonathan Brandis! Didn’t he die?
May 16, 2008 at 9:33 pm
8pm, Thursdays. Oh right, he died. +. That was sad.
Lets meet up soon. Better to reminisce about the old days in person. Want me to bring the high school photos? hehehe. Oy ten years na tayo next year.
May 16, 2008 at 10:30 pm
Sige sige!
dala ka ng old highschool pictures para mascan ko…hehehe! I lost many of the pictures I have. Bring the ones from the field trip.
May 19, 2008 at 12:59 pm
she wasn’t an italian diva. she was an anorexic skank who dances in her underwear in the manner of a sex-hungry whore at the slightest provocation.
May 19, 2008 at 4:01 pm
I can feel the rage…hahah!