When an entire country is feeling nostalgic for the most mediocre decade yet, what does one do? One hauls in an aging (but remarkably well-kept) cast from a poorly written sitcom to revamp said sitcom (with even poorer writing). One ensures that the President from that decade is still in the limelight, what with his wife running for President. One resurfaces a piece of evidence (or a piece of trash) that could have repercussions for the most-watched trial, an event with resounding cultural implications that would provide pop culture references for ages to come.
Apparently, it isn’t time to move on.
One brings back choker necklaces. One attempts grunge, post-Y2K.
In trying to make sense of all of this, there are only a few possible explanations. Possibly everyone wants to give the younger generations a chance to know what it’s like to be a 90s kid. Apparently that’s the cool thing to be these days. You’re outta luck if you are unfamiliar with the concept of Tamagotchis, because obviously the world stopped being fun or interesting after those.
Well, world, have at it. Bring the 90s back. But I don’t want to see what happens when the 80s kids start getting ideas.