<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://everydaytreats.frogandsnail.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef0133ef286e79970b-pi.jpg"><img alt="Twitter : Everyday Treats: Just realized that when I ..._1275071686048" class="asset asset-image
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<p>OK, that&#39;s not quite true -- truth is, I&#39;ve been listening to the nineties station A LOT. And friends, nothing makes you feel old like knowing every single song in an &quot;oldies&quot; station when you just don&#39;t get a lot of the crap kids listen to nowadays.</p><p>Yeah. </p><p>I may be hip with the Twitter and the whatnot, but basically I&#39;m old. </p><p>What I am saying is, this is a warning. I&#39;m about to indulge in nineties nostalgia.</p><p>Ninetiestalgia, if you will. </p>

<p>(Ninetiestalgia sounds like a disease, doesn&#39;t it? I guess isn&#39;t too far from the truth. It&#39;s an old-timer&#39;s disease. Badabum!)</p>

<p>Anyways, I was thinking the other day (as I dabbed some CK One behind my ears and tapped my french manicured fingernails on my <em>Clueless</em> VHS tape) about nineties music. Like, I remember living in the nineties (I was in high school from 1989-1993 and college from 1993-1997) and thinking that the music that was the background of all that clubbing and step classing was so forgettable. &quot;Oh well,&quot; I remember thinking, &quot;at least it&#39;s fun.&quot;</p>

<p>You know what, nineties me? You were wrong! Nineties music is not forgettable -- here you are thinking about it TWENTY years later.</p>

<p>(What-ever! Talk to the hand!)</p>

<p>But you were right about one thing, nineties me. The music <em>was</em> fun. And you know why? </p><p>Because in the nineties, we all thought we were supermodels. </p>

<p>We loved supermodels something fierce back then, didn&#39;t we?

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<p>Then again, how could we not, when the music made us feel like we were on the runway too? </p>

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<p>The Soup Dragons = College. </p>

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<p></p>The next three are so campy that I should be embarrassed for loving them as much as I do. But I am not embarrassed in the least.&#0160; <p></p>

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Right Said Fred! Where are those guys? (I probably don&#39;t want to know.)
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RuPaul! Drag queens! When you spent the nineties in Miami, pictures of you hanging out with drag queens at <a href="http://www.miaminewtimes.com/related/to/Lucky+Cheng">Lucky Cheng&#39;s</a> are bound to surface on Facebook...and, well, they have. There go my chances at ever running for public office, I guess. </p>

<p>Oh well. Who cares! We had fun. Work it, girl!</p>

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<p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em>I have one thing to say: Sashay, chante!</em><br />
</p><p>And this...Wow. It&#39;s hard to remember a time when Madonna was classy and sexy. But there was! I know!&#0160;&#0160;</p><p></p><p align="center" class="asset asset-video" style="display: block; margin: 0pt auto;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNgSy8HGWkk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNgSy8HGWkk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" /></object></p><p></p><p>I&#39;m sure some of you think this is a <em><a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/2010/04/the-power-of-madonna.html">Glee</a>
</em>rip-off. That&#39;s so depressing, I can&#39;t even find the words to
explain why.</p><p>So tell me, my little <a href="http://s0.ilike.com/play#The+Cure:High:14869:s1638564.10141047.4434528.0.2.17%2Cstd_261b4031b4eb4d3ca4889ee6749b88e4" target="_blank">kittens as cats</a> -- do you love campy nineties music as much as I do? What are your favorites? Time to make a playlist!</p><p></p>
