Little black backpack purses. Chokers. Cute dresses with big black combat boots. Ringer tees. Welcome to my teenage years…and apparently those of my kids as well.
I was overwhelmed by the 90s elements I noticed when I went to the mall a few weeks ago with my girls. As I looked at my own daughter with her short overalls with one strap undone, I realized just how much my own past had snuck up on me. (There’s a nice little splash of the mid-to-late 80s in there as well.)
At first, I thought it was great! I loved seeing my daughter dress the way I always wanted to. I remember how my mom loved it when I wore bell bottoms as a kid.
But then I had to wonder how my parents’ generation actually felt about us when we walked around in our flared jeans with our hippie sunglasses and wore happy faces and flowers on everything. Sure, the clothes were somewhat similar to what they had worn back in the 60s, but they weren’t born of any actual culture or trends that related to those times. We hadn’t lived back then, and we didn’t know the significance of it. Were we taking anything away from that era by mocking it, or were we honoring it through imitation?
I didn’t think about it at all back then, but I am now. For me, life during that decade was incredibly heavy and real. Sometimes it was a good thing and sometimes bad, but it was a very vivid experience for me. If I heard a 90s song on the radio, I remember just how much it impacted me when it was brand new. That doesn’t mean someone else can’t enjoy it, but I just don’t see how it can mean the same thing to them. And the cargo pants, Skecher boots, and baby tees were just as significant.
The really interesting thing is that I can’t tell you just what made it all so significant. I remember Operation Desert Storm, Lorena Bobbitt, the O.J. Simpson trial, and Dolly the sheep, but I don’t know how much these things actually affected me. I honestly think it was more about the trials and tribulations of just being a teen and figuring things out, which is a difficult thing for most people. Still, it’s hard to really say.
When we were prancing around in our velvet shirts and platform shoes, did the older generation wonder how we could possibly know what it was like to go through the civil rights movement, the first moon landing, or the assassination of JFK? Or were they just happy to reminisce over their childhood? (I mean, they didn’t have Facebook constantly asking them to take the ultimate Friends quiz or count down a list of the top toys from their youth.)
I don’t know the answers. I just know that my daughter dresses like Daria, and I think it’s adorable.
Ashley O’Melia is an independent author and freelancer from Southern Illinois. She holds her Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing and English from Southern New Hampshire University. Her books include The Wanderer’s Guide to Dragon Keeping and The Graveside Detective. Her short stories have been published in The Penmen Review, Paradox, and Subcutaneous. Ashley’s freelance work has spanned numerous genres for clients around the world. You can find her on Facebook and Amazon.