I’m a GenXer in midlife. For me, the 90s began with a high school vibe of trading heavily encoded and highly eclectic mix tapes featuring Led Zeppelin, Pearl Jam, Sade, Tori Amos, and Sir-Mix-A-Lot, dreaming about moving to NYC after I saw the first season of The Real World, and drinking Bartles + Jaymes wine coolers in the sand dunes of my hometown. That gave way to a collegiate blur of playing drinking games to 90210 (i.e.; drink whenever Donna wears tiny plastic barrettes in her hair), using my parents’ camcorder to awkwardly create videos of my friends (as I studied broadcasting as an undergrad and aspired to be like Lelaina’s character in Reality Bites), and losing my voice at punk/emo/indie rock shows at raucous house parties and smoky dive bars in and around Richmond, Virginia, (soundtrack below). I wore flannels with matchy-matchy baby-tees underneath, a beloved J.Crew khaki corduroy shacket, denim overalls, choker necklaces, space buns, my scuffed brown leather Doc Martens, o…
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