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November 30, 2011


I'm a child of the 90's. I wore bicycle shorts under jean shorts. I wore Bonne Bell. I grew up on scrunchies and lunchables. Boy Bands and Ace of Base were the music of my choice and "Boy Meets World" was my daily dose of pure teenage romance.

The list 10 things 90s kids will have to explain to their children is a pretty accurate representation of how I grew up.

For the Beanie Babies that still inhabit a random corner in a closet at my parent's house:

"Incredibly depressing women in Indiana covered in cats and glass figurines they buy at The Hallmark Store used to troll the web 1.0 to invest thousands of dollars in tiny stuffed animals filled with plastic beans. That happened. Beanie Babies were not just significant, they were the first example most of us had of envy, greed, and wrath. If someone messed up that little heart-shaped Ty tag, so help you God, that was the end of whatever contact you had with that monster of a human being. That tag-less Beanie Baby was now trash, and you had to deal with the consequence. It was at that moment, that de-valued Beanie Baby moment, that most of us accepted the truth… we’ll never have nice things."

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