Hell no.
10 years earlier, and I might have been scarred by the dot-com bust for life. This way, here I am, trying to make a difference with words.
Besides, 90’s kids got the best of pretty much everything:
We had the perfect hybrid childhood of playing outside and sitting in front of our TVs, mouths wide open, thanks to a PS1…
(Snaaaaaaaaaake!)
…or N64:
We learned early on that what worked for our parents won’t work for us any more and that we’d have to do our own thing, not least because in our formative years, we watched music videos like this…
…and this…
…and this:
We have a decently calibrated moral compass, because in our lifetime, hip-hop videos went from this…
…to this:
We’re perfectly fine with binge-watching TV for a ‘crazy night’ rather than having to down a bottle of vodka and get into a club at age 13, because we grew up with high quality TV shows like this…
…and this…
…and this:
We know that things will always get better, but not without our own best effort, thanks to devices like this…
….and this…
…and this…
…and this…
…and of course this:
We’re patient, because thanks to the devices above, we have learned to be. Oh, and of course we still had this…
…and this…
…and this:
Do I wish I was born earlier? Nope.
Wish I had a 24-hour internet line 5 years earlier? Sure.
But born earlier? Nah-uh, no way José.
If you’d let me choose between being born at the same time, or 10 years earlier or even later, I’d still pick 1991. Again and again. Every time.
