One Day Only Old People Will Remember the '90s

History doesn't stop no matter what you yell as you stand athwart it.


Picking up on something Elizabeth Nolan Brown wrote here this morning:

Life is an escalator to nowhere, and everyone eventually plunges to an awkward death. Enjoy your weekend!
The Simpsons

To younger members of Gen X and older millennials, [Saved by the Bell] is part of the childhood canon. I think we all died a little inside yesterday in the Reason D.C. office when we realized that none of our interns and a few of our youngest staffers had no idea who Jessie Spano was. By a quick show of birth years, we pipointed 1990 as the crack in this generational divide. I shudder to ask them about the Soup Nazi—though I suppose Seinfeld is a show you're more prone to watch in reruns as an adult than Saved by the Bell. (Another show launched in 1989, The Simpsons, is still airing after all these years.)

I was watching some old episodes of The Simpsons with one of my kids the other night, and I don't think I've ever felt quite as decrepit as I did when I realized that "Marge vs. the Monorail" is 21 years old. Put another way: The gap between now and "Marge vs. the Monorail" is larger than the gap between "Marge vs. the Monorail" and the fall of Saigon. I would have told my daughter that, but then she would've asked "What's a Saigon?" and I would've felt even older. It was bad enough that I had to explain who Leonard Nimoy was. He isn't even dead yet.