The Right Nostalgia by
Jason Thompson
Can we hurry up all this
nineties nostalgia already? Rugrats and Hey Arnold are fine, but let’s start fondly reminiscing about the
real stuff. I’m talking about the heavy
hitters, the cream of the remembrance crop, the half soup and sandwich combo of
wistful memories. You know what I’m
talking about. Let’s start to get
nostalgic about the 2000’s, or the aughts, or whatever you call the decade
after the nineties (the post nineties?).
Remember how we had no idea what to call this decade and everybody was
in a constant state of confusion for about 3 months towards the end of
2009. God, those were the days. The days they were. The days were, they was. Those should be the 24 hour spans we should
be looking back on with awe.
Please speed up this nineties
nostalgia trip already because there are so many things that need to be
remembered about from the 2000’s. We need
to gaze fondly at things that have been forgotten about for too long now. Like Harry Potter. When is the last time we heard about those
actors and those movies. Take a moment
and think about when they were young and how adorable they were. Think harder and evoke those first memories
of arriving at the theater stoked to see the boy wizard come to life on the
silver screen. I can’t even seem to recall what they were called; it’s been so
long since I’ve thought about the early part of that decade. And therein lies the problem. I’ve been bombarded with things about the
nineties that I cannot properly revere my favorite things from the decade that
brought us the prefix i in relation to anything vaguely electronic. Can you remember where you were when saying i
before something became the norm? For me
it was June 7th 2007. Or
maybe it was April 14th 2008.
Something about those dates just seems to stand out.
Those were the days and
sometimes the nights (imagine me winking and adjust your thoughts to a hard
PG-13 to maybe light R status). I think
the solution to this non aughts nostalgia can be traced to the simple fact of
the year we are living in. People, it is
2013. We don’t know how to remember pop
culture on our own. We have always had
the internet or Youtube to use as our personal memory box (God, Youtube. Lonelygirl15 I still believe you are real and
my marriage offer still stands). Why
commit culture to memory when you can get it up on a screen in ten
seconds. Those who reminisce about the
nineties can do so because they had to memorize important events to seem
relevant back in the day (strike two against that decade – strike one was the
lack of confusion over what to call the decade, it was cleverly explained in
the first paragraph). They are well
versed in seeing something, storing it, and bringing it back at an appropriate
time in the future. Children of the new
millennium, we must learn from their ancient and strange ways. I will teach you the way.
First go to Google and
type either first generation Ipod or Drake
and Josh. If you pick the Ipod,
stare at the picture and say these words out loud, “remember how big it was,
god”. If pick Drake and Josh, look at the picture of them and say “remember when
Josh was in that movie The Wackness;
didn’t see that one coming”. When saying
these phrases commit to a half smile and a semi-vacant look that is gazing off
into a slightly rosier past. Hold the
face for a few seconds after the words have been spoken. You have now memorized your first piece of
2000’s pop culture. Take your skills and
search for other artifacts to ponder fondly about. Be creative and try to have some fun doing
this. And one day we will rule supreme
over those who cherish the nineties. One
nostalgia to rule them all. Man remember
how good those Lord of the Rings
movies were until the end with the hobbits on the bed and the four hundred
endings…{editors note- he wrote more uninteresting ramblings on the Lord of the Rings that make no sense and
divulge into a sad discussion on loneliness and responsibility in an impersonal
world. There is no room for feelings or
emotion in a post about nostalgia}.
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