So way back in the day, I was out with my mother I think we went grocery shopping and I wanted to get back home in time to watch Full House. She assured me we would be back in time. Of course when we got home, it was literally the end of the episode and it was the episode of DJ’s prom that closed with Whitney’s “I Will Always Love You”. I was livid and because I was like 5 I cried about it until my mother played the song for me which had nothing to do with nothing but I appreciated the gesture instead of giving me something to cry for #NoPeterson. There was no on demand, no DVR I literally wouldn’t see that episode for like 2 years in syndication. It wasn’t good. DJ was the worst character on the show. But in the moment I felt like I just missed a television spectacle. Thats pretty much how I view nostalgia now, people who just miss the idea of something but not really. People my age are pretty much overwhelmed by nostalgia, so much to the point we use modern technology to complain about how “great” the 90s was (because apparently you ask anyone about 10 years ago they immediately think 1994). Don’t get me wrong I loved the 90s, it was probably the blackest decade (we ever gonna get), from Michael Jordan ruling the world, Clinton on Arsenio, FOX on Thursday nights, your favorite black movie, your favorite black movie soundtrack, to hip hop’s peak. However , I do think we get so glossy eyed over the past we forget that plenty was left to be desired. Then there’s the people who have just pitched their tent in the 90s and refuse to come out. The ultra, nostalgia folk. (they didn’t get this Frank Ocean reference because he wasn’t out in 1998)
The Nostalgiamaniacs are easy to spot, but do not engage unless you want to talk about how Aaliyah would be bigger than Beyonce if she was alive. They watch the same 90 Martin episodes and are in denial that the show wasn’t good by season 3. They spend all their time on Buzz feed and Tumblr taking quizzes about which Saved By The Bell character they are and reading the 25 lessons you got from Boy Meets World. They loathe most new artists and are in complete denial that bad music existed before 1999. Ayyyyy macarena. They have any least conceded that 90s fashion was abhorrent, which is prefaced by the fact that its being worn by hipsters and teenagers now.
I think part of it comes from us wanting to feel like what we experienced was unparalleled. We balk at the notion that any player could be in Jordan’s league, won’t admit that slow 90s R&B wasn’t as great, or that
Tupac was overrated a lot of 90s sitcoms did not age well (I’m looking at you Urkel). We don’t miss these things as much as we think we do we miss where we were when they happened. Again, I do miss the era of positive black faces being mainstream without having to say hey look I’m black and positive and I may or may not have considered bringing back the old school answering machine message (because I mean if you leave me a voicemail in 2014 you ought to be trolled). I loved Nickelodeon when I was a kid, I’m in my 20s now, I’m not watching Rugrats. Full House? Maybe.