man oh man, I remember seeing a meme that said something about how the genre of white people in Malcom in the Middle (middle class, normal American people) simply no longer exist. And itās the saddest thing tbh.
Casuallyonline Iām sure they do! But theyāre just not highlighted the same in media maybe. Itās like that vibe as youāve described it has dissipated from everyoneās conscience. having been replaced with something far more complex and overbearing that the average person struggles to connect to.
things were easier (because i was a kid) but it seemed so simple. where are all the frozen yogurt restaurants? why donāt people have cds anymore? bring back limewire and online chat blogs and weird websites and silly graphic t-shirts and chunky sneakers and twee and hipster styles. i miss collegehumor and buzzfeed. but i bring the nostalgia for myself back every day by dressing like i stepped out of a rhett and link music video and listening to modest mouse and metric and the yeah yeah yeahs. i love my digital camera and my dvds and volunteering at my university radio station.
look at how happy we all were here. everything was so bright and colorful. vibe was summer constantly. LA was in. brockhampton sounded amazing. something very different about this era. now we just have āindie sleazeā
seeing older kids play with younger ones
sparkle toe shoes
Major Lazerās āLean onā (middle school nostalgia)
huge ginormous chocolate chip cookies
monkey bars
seeing someone reading at an empty bus stop
braces on tweens who havenāt quite grown into their teeth
side parts
short form video content is destroying our brains, collectively. It wonāt always be this way, though. we are lost in the sauce. there needs to be a revolution. something that brings it to a head to end. Itās really bad guys
a movie that was not fully realized but became a cult classic because of it.
Favorite moments:
Corey being a āspeed addictā but there was legit one clip of her popping a vague looking white pill
Rex ššš straight outta 1969
the multiple screaming matches that seem to arise out of basically nowhere
the amount of āband of susansā posters around the record shop? The production designer mustāve run out of options.