Due to the migraine headache that I
have had for the past six days, I had to go to the doctor and get a
shot of something that made me feel like I was walking around on the
moon without a space suit. As a result of that, I have been in a
puddle on the couch feebly pushing remote control buttons and I have
landed on Friends. I forgot how great this show was! I have all ten
seasons thanks to my friend, Kandi, and I have started at the
beginning and I'm nearly done with season two. It's so funny to
realize I say things and make gestures because of this show. You
know: “Oh. My. God.” or how I pepper sentences with “you know”.
I think I make facial expressions like Chandler. I never knew that
until I started watching ridiculous amounts of Friends back to back.
Did one show really influence my life so much? Well, I had the
Rachael haircut. And I tend to pronounce “really” as “reeeelly”.
I have lived with the delusion that I am a funny, unique individual
with quirky speech patterns. They aren't conscious efforts at
speech, I just assumed I was reeeeeelly clever. Turns out my entire
repertoire of social interaction is a spin off of a ten year long
script that everyone has already heard.
Then I keep looking at the clothes. Do
you remember when jeans came all the way up to your belly button? I
had forgotten, but in the first seasons, all the girls wear 'mom
jeans'. I hadn't even realized how low slung jeans had gotten these
days. I think the waist-lines just kept creeping further and further
down our hips until everyone could see our thongs and now they seem
to have reached a plateau. You know what else I noticed about the
clothes? And I love this part; all the clothes were in neutrals and
earth tones. I always love wearing chocolate brown, grey, cream, and
sand colors. We seem to have made a return to the 80's and we are
all wearing bright colors that look like they have been accidentally
dropped in acid waste. Just as a note, I look horrible in neon
colors. But in the 90's I was so comfortable. Even the vibrant
colors were earth tones and colors found in nature. Oh! And wearing
super baggy clothes was cute. You know, Rachel walks out in huge
plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt three sizes too big for her and it's
so adorable. You weren't forced to parade around in skin tight
baby-doll tees, they actually had big, sloppy t-shirts that were sold
and marketed for women. Today, if I want a shirt like that, I have
to shop in the men's section. I miss baggy grey sweatshirts, jeans
that didn't show my panties and big brown cable-knit sweaters and
those big loose, sheer layers like Phoebe always wears. Wide legged
pant suits with long, knee length flowing suit jackets and everyone
woman at any party wearing almost the same – but not quite –
little black dress.
I have to agree with today's lower rise
jeans, those mom jeans tended to ride up a bit, so hip-huggers are
just fine with me. I did have
to spend $122.00 to get plain grey running shoes instead of neon pink
trainers with lime green stitching and acid orange logos splashed all
over it; so that's obnoxious, but, you know, you do what you have to.
It's just been fun to go back and see that in the 90's we did
have our own fashion look, our own slang, and our own defining TV
shows.
After
reading back through this, I want to apologize to those of you who
realize that I am still high on that stuff that was in the needle
from the doctor. I realize this has been a ramble about nothing and
had I not signed up to write every single day, I would not have
inflicted today's post on anyone.
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