I went to high school in the early 90's and colledge in the mid/late 90's. Accordingly, I got fucked. Completely. Look, anyone who went to high school or college in the 80's, fuck you, I hate you, you had it all. Here's why. Drug of choice: cocaine. Side effects, being happy, a little too talkative, and really energetic. Music: Prince/Michael Jackson or Guns n' Roses. So, you could listen to some brilliant musicians or rock your ass off. Movies: John Huges, enough said. But the worst is clothes: think about it. Madonna was a huge influence, so all the girls dressed in their underwear. So, if you lived in the 80's you got high, danced to timeless music that made you happy, and looked at chicks in their underwear.
Now, compare that to when I was growing up. In the 90's the drug of choice: heroin. Side effects: death. Awesome. Music: Nirvana or the Backstreet boys. So, the music made you so depressed you wanted to kill yourself, or the music was so bad you wanted to kill yourself. And half the time, I didn't know which band was terrible and which one was depressing. Movies: Forest Gump, Pulp Fiction, and Shawshank Redemption. So, you saw a retard running for 2 hours, a fat Jon Travolta killing anal rapists, or, well, I have nothing bad to say about Shawshank. Awesome move. Clothing: huge, ugly sweaters from J.Crew made from burlap with baggy, ugly matching corduroys. Fucking bullshit. You couldn't tell if the girl you were dating was 100 or 200 pounds. So, you just winged it and prayed for the best. And I have shit for luck, so I always got the ones who's sweaters weren't rolled in the belly-area because the sweater was too big, it was because their gut was too big. So, in the 90's you got high, wanted to kill yourself, listened to music that made you want to kill yourself, then hooked up with a fat chick, so you wanted to kill yourself. It's a miracle anyone made it out of the 90's alive.
Now, compare that to when I was growing up. In the 90's the drug of choice: heroin. Side effects: death. Awesome. Music: Nirvana or the Backstreet boys. So, the music made you so depressed you wanted to kill yourself, or the music was so bad you wanted to kill yourself. And half the time, I didn't know which band was terrible and which one was depressing. Movies: Forest Gump, Pulp Fiction, and Shawshank Redemption. So, you saw a retard running for 2 hours, a fat Jon Travolta killing anal rapists, or, well, I have nothing bad to say about Shawshank. Awesome move. Clothing: huge, ugly sweaters from J.Crew made from burlap with baggy, ugly matching corduroys. Fucking bullshit. You couldn't tell if the girl you were dating was 100 or 200 pounds. So, you just winged it and prayed for the best. And I have shit for luck, so I always got the ones who's sweaters weren't rolled in the belly-area because the sweater was too big, it was because their gut was too big. So, in the 90's you got high, wanted to kill yourself, listened to music that made you want to kill yourself, then hooked up with a fat chick, so you wanted to kill yourself. It's a miracle anyone made it out of the 90's alive.
Madonna of the 80's vs. BSB. Need I say more?
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