16 Things From The 90s That (Definitely) Screwed Us Up

How could a CatDog even happen? Why didn’t they ever separate? What is the meaning of life?
How could a CatDog even happen? Why didn’t they ever separate? What is the meaning of life?
I have been selling my worn underwear online for about six months. Every week, I list a few items on a well-known auction site which definitely does not condone (or allow) this kind of trade, and watch the emails flood in.
Aptly and unoriginally named “the year with the most change in my life” in my mind, there are many things I wish I would have done differently when I was 22; but I truly do value what I’ve learned from my stumbling. But just because I recognize the value doesn’t mean there aren’t some twinges of regret when I reflect on where I was a year ago. So here they are, the 6 things I regret most from my 365 days spent as a 22-year-old.
Soon I discovered the ambitious guy I first met was just someone totally and completely lost, a victim of overparenting and privilege.
We want to be loved, in a way that isn’t directly tied to how pure we are sexually or how much we’re willing to “give away.”
4. Tai: Why should I listen to you, anyway? You’re a virgin who can’t drive. Cher: That was way harsh, Tai.
Competitive people are the worst for so many reasons but one of the major ones is that they’re always trying to one-up their friends. “Oh, you got a boyfriend? Well, last night, I went on two dates with two different people and at the end of it, they both wanted to be my boyfriend so…”
“The recycle bins at Seaworld also just get emptied into the dumpster. They are just there to make the visitors feel better.”
“I’m just crazy about Tiffany’s. …The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could happen to you there.”
Apparently, ASMR stands for “Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.” This “response” can basically be described as “brain tingles,” something that only some people can experience.
At the end of the fairy tale, when the Princess rides off into the sunset to marry the handsome Prince, you’re just like, “Really?? That’s IT??! I wanna see more of her actual story!”
What would a month in blogging be without yet another obligatory “X Things that Blah Blah Blah” post for all of you and your friends to share? Because reading these days is just too boring unless it’s put into an easily-digestible list form.
I can, and have literally gone around a bar taking drinks from guys: paying with nothing but an enchanting smile — because I can.
Calling a book a “beach read” can be a sort of subtle insult, like telling someone that their shirt seems a little tight or they look beautiful when they wear makeup.
There are few things more depressing than seeing an entire generation of men who have perhaps one suit at best, and break it out only for weddings, funerals, and any other Extra Special Event that calls for an ill-fitting black travesty out of the recesses of some nightmarish Men’s Warehouse Polyester Emporium.
At the time of his death in 1940, Fitzgerald claimed to have made just $4,000 off the novel.
If you like Antonio Banderas or Benjamin Bratt, you’ll fall in love with Fidel Castro, Cuba’s sexiest paranoid psychopath. My theoretical hymen just broke talking about him.