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I Own the 1990s -- Writer's Poke #88

For Writers:

I lived through the 1990s; in fact, you might even say I "came of age" during the 1990s. In this decade, I graduated three times -- once from high school, twice from college. At the beginning of the decade, I watched the Grunge movement kill Heavy Metal, and by decade's end, I relished Heavy Metal's triumphant rebirth.

In the early 1990s, I would watch with some curiousity as email stations popped up around my college campus; it was a closed system, with people only sending emails to other people on campus, and I wondered: why would you send an email to someone on campus when you could just call them or stop by their office or dorm room?

In the mid 1990s, the Internet appeared seemingly from nowhere, and it took me literally months to figure out how to connect my computer to the Internet. Yes, some of us had dialed in to electronic bulletin-boards to post text messages to Special Interest Groups (SIGs), but none of us had any idea what the "information superhighway" -- one of the most overused phrases in the 1990s -- would look like, and how it would change our lives forever.

By the end of the decade, I decided it was prudent to marry before the world ended with the promised Y2K Armageddon.

By living through and coming of age in the 1990s, I claim it as my decade. It has a significance and importance to me that other decades will never have, and for those of you that didn't experience the 1990s as I have, you're only standing on the outside looking in, my friends.

What decade do you claim as yours? Why?

"Nothing is as far a way as one minute ago." -- Jim Bishop


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