Don’t let their sexy flannel shirts and those peppy Nirvana lyrics fool you: The 1990s were actually a moody time. The feminist intelligentsia were fiercely defending Bill Clinton’s cigar-tinted mayhem; America’s beer-drinkers had yet to lose the Culture War to the pot-dweebs; a young Dwayne Johnson was demanding we smell stuff; and Nancy Pelosi, Joe Biden, Chuck Schumer, Dick Durbin, Steny Hoyer, Jim Clyburn, Maxine Waters, and Bernie Sanders were all calling conservatives racists while pocketing taxpayer dollars by the fistful (well, some things never change).
The 1990s marked the end of one era and the beginning of another: It was the age of AOL dial-up, “Baywatch,” and grunge — when the Dallas Cowboys were good, the New England Patriots were bad, and women (we naively assumed) had vaginas.
More importantly, it’s also the last decade when popular culture was actually… popular.
There was no social media. No FOX News. No Daily Wire. No PJ Media. Aside from AM radio, no alternative voices whatsoever. In the beginning of the 1990s, everyone sang from the same hymn sheet because we shared the same experiences: We all knew who starred on late-night TV (hint: none of ‘em were named Jimmy), we all subscribed to the city newspaper, and we all fed from the same glutenous media trough. Johnny Carson kept his personal politics a secret, skewering both parties equally on “The Tonight Show,” and averaged 19 million viewers a night when he retired in 1992. […]
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