- We were in our 20s. What’s better than that??
- Justin cowboy boots, shoe-boots, leather Keds, Levi’s, cut-off shorts, Big John’s, scrunchies, banana clips, bike shorts, baby doll dresses, crop-tops, Sergio Tacchini Sweatsuits…
- A great Wednesday night was watching 90210 and Melrose Place.
- We could call and “hang-up” on a guy just to see if he was home. He would have no idea who it was (or would he?)
- Our idea of dressing sexy was a tight pair of jeans with a black scoop-neck bodysuit, a la Mariah Carey.
- A great Thursday night was watching “Must-See TV” – Friends, Mad About You, Seinfeld, and Will & Grace.
- No Social Media – we could do what we wanted and it was never recorded for the world to see.
- Coming home and checking your answering machine to see if that cute guy called.
- Asking your hairstylist to give you the “Rachel”.
- Going to a club and dancing to “Ice, Ice Baby”, “Can’t Touch This”, and “Groove is in the Heart”.
- Waking up the next morning and watching Saved By the Bell.
- Eating an entire box of fat-free cookies and believing it was OK because they were fat-free.
- No cell phones – we could go where we wanted without anyone tracking us down.
- Need a new shirt? Run into any of the millions of Gap stores on every corner and in every mall.
- Standing on line to get into a club with no jacket in the middle of February – weren’t we freezing?
- Wearing very high-rise swimsuits in fluorescent colors to the beach.
- Pulling our hair back and leaving face-framing tendrils.
- We met guys in bars and clubs, not on Tinder and Match.
- Our break-ups were “clean.” There was no stalking on Facebook to see what he was doing or who he was doing it with. What’s done was done.
- Crying to love songs by Celine Dion and Whitney Houston.
- Having no fear – we were still naive and somewhat innocent.
Share your fondest 90s memories in the comments section below.
Stacy was a stay-at-home mom/part-time preschool teacher whose life was turned upside down in 2011 when her husband passed away suddenly of a heart attack. She is raising her two fabulous daughters, now ages 18 and 20, who are turning into wonderful young women. In 2016, she started a blog about her experience as a young widow, The Widow Wears Pink. This led her to write for other publications including Huffington Post, Today.com, Scary Mommy, Grown & Flown, Kveller, Modern Loss, Thought Catalog, and many more. In 2018 she started Living the Second Act with fellow writer Mimi Golub. Today, Stacy and her daughters are happily living their “new normal” while always keeping her husband’s spirit alive.
Stacy- love your blogging articles! This one brought back great memories
The thing I love about the photo of them on the couch is that nobody has a cell phone is their hand (beer, yes but cell phone, no). The days of just hanging out & actually paying attention to each other were great! Nobody checking a phone, taking selfies, etc. just in the moment! I fear those days & that feeling are gone forever.
Ah…the 90’s, the days of freedom, studying, and fun. Those were the good ole’ college days where there was no Internet, nor cell phone service. They were also the life-lesson learning days, where I figured out what types of men were ok to date, what parties were ok to attend, and with how little sleep I could function.
You brought back some wonderful memories of group-watching 90210 and Melrose Place, and then all-night chats about shows, dreams, and life in general. These were also the most physically active days with team sports and just generally walking everywhere. The best and most memorable club music can from those days too. Those songs can still put a smile on my face: “Get Up (Before the Night Is Over),” “Everybody’s Free to Feel Good,” “It’s My Life,” “Got to Get It,” and “Rhythm Is a Dancer.”
Thanks for the memories!