I Miss the 90’s : The Nerdy Alt Chick Edition ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ

… in 1997, I was a shy but already snarky geeky teenager. My dad had proudly bought the first of many Personal Computers that would be gracing my poor eyesight – one of those bricks that were the pinnacle of technology back then. And within a couple of months of goofing about on it, I had already learnt how to screw with the WIN.INI file.

Yeah, I was already a hater of Bill Gates by then. #Duh #ThatManKnowsJackshitAboutViruses

The Craft movie had come out a year prior, and it gave me and my fellow nerdy goth friends the confidence to go to high school in mini skirts, knee highs and terrible eyeshadow. Oh, and we nearly set my friend’s parents flat on fire due to a very powerful spell we conducted by burning some herbal shit in an old tin of Quality Street sweets. Cue stinky smoke and no cute boy.

I was rocking the quintessential 90’s chick outfit in full spite of my religious mother :ย  the plastic choker, slip on dress and chunky clogs / mules and black furry shit everywhere. Note to self I must find the pics next time I go back to France!

In the 90’s, it took fucking ages to surf the web, in fact you couldn’t surf it, you had to leisurely sail on it like your grandma’s 6 months long cruise to the Canaries.ย 

Back then, there were no such thing as ‘snowflakes’ – the Internet was the wild west, uncensored (i saw some crazy shit I probably shouldn’t have seen), and the ‘in‘ thing back then was actually to act like a badass, unfazed by anything; as opposed to today’s keyboard bedwetters, crying because someone did not put a trigger warning before typing a comment about cheesecake. *sighs into red velvet cake*

I used to post on a now very defunct French goth board, it was called ‘Le Miroir D’Alucard‘ – and I have fond memories of rather deep and intelligent conversations with plenty of sass, banter and of course obnoxiousness; but none of the above would warrant the tears or tantrums that the same content would get today. Nowadays, if you ever dare say something like ‘I don’t believe in health at every size‘ you’re fatphobic and deserve online crucifixion with a dose of sanctimonious shaming. You must praise Lord Beetus in his sugary glory as well as his cholesterollic followers (this sarcasm is sugar free by the way).ย Being a feminist is even worse : you will get accused of being a ‘terf’, whatever the fuck that means.

Honestly, it does feel like even though shitposting was already a thing then, more open-minded discussions were had overall.

On a more positive note, I also distinctively remember my Mansonite ass being blown away by *the* black album that my crush let me borrow…

In essence, I don’t know why I am writing this?

Perhaps it is because I am getting very jaded with this era of the internet. I feel like the convirus is amplifying what I have been feeling for a long time : that the era of tongue-in-cheek, smart and open-minded online communities is dead.

But that will be a topic for another post.

With Love & Some Norton Anti Virus,