We, like, totally love Angela Chase. At the ripe age of 15, she taught us that life, love and plaid/flannel combinations -- while difficult -- are all A-OK. Sure, we were too young to understand the tortured existences of our favorite My So-Called Life characters, but that doesn't mean we didn't tell mom to hurry the hell up on the way home from soccer practice every Wednesday at 8 p.m. We got scared when Rayanne changed her hair. We played aloof a la Jared Leto. And so help us God, we pined to be uber-progressive.
Fellow hipsters, denial ain't just a river in Egypt. It's time to push away the Doc Martens and flannel and emerge from our generational closets. We're loud. We're proud. And fuck, we love the '90s ... all of them. Spice Girls? Check. Boy Bands? Check. Pagers? Psych! We let those go with our scrunchies. No, but like seriously, the last decade totally rocked. Just ask Brenda and Dylan.
So far we've given you advice on different styles and stereotypes. But quite frankly, we think we're more powerful than that. We've recently decided that eras are now subjected to our hipper-than-thou commandments as well. Our first target is ...well ... the only one we can remember. From VH1's homage to life-threatening slap-bracelets, welcome to the revival of all things awesome.
Now, we realize that our usage of the term "vintage" is about as loose as a prom queen on the morning after. But regardless of what we tell our parents, we're not that old, and our material is few and far between. We've put up with your horrible fashion and obnoxious pseudo-intellectualisms, so humor us. It's, like, the least you can do.
