(noun) nonchalant absurdity with a dash of embarrassment.

(verb) to be shark bitten.

(adverb) in a manner that is nonchalantly absurd and embarrassing.


25 January 2013

How Internet Explorer Dug Up My Memories of the 90s and Made Me Realize I was the Product of Child Consumerism

This advertisement for Internet Explorer (which needed the most creative of creatives to dig its brand out of the technologic hole it has been in) is quite amazing for any twenty-something: it makes one remember all the things you like to store away in the back of your mind. For example, that time I fought for a Tamagotchi, and when I finally got this "revolutionary" toy, I almost instantly realized how silly it really was and that I was not ready to take care of anything other than my strange hobby of being obsessed with anything related to Titanic, the movie and the actual historic event, and Princess Diana.





Slap bracelets? I had several, my hot pink one was my favorite and then they banned them in school and I'm pretty sure I moved on to Pogs, which I never really understood, but it was something that if you had a lot of them, it was cool. I stored them in a long green tube with a black cap, that I finally threw out in high school. Trolls are the ugliest things on earth! Why the hell would I want an entire shelf full of these toys? Some had red hair, others green and blue, not all were naked,some had these incredible outfits. I'm pretty sure they ended up in the trash, too...along with the Beanie Babies.

Let me take a minute when explaining the significance of "Oregon Trail." I give this game full credit for making me the computer nerd, internet obsessed person I am today. I couldn't wait to come home from school to play this game, only for my "friends" to die of dysentery. I'd get in fights with all three of my brothers because I was "hogging" the computer, but they just didn't get it. I had to make it to the Pacific Ocean! My "friends" were counting on me (Also, there was a Titanic game that took up an equal amount of my time. Unfortunately, I was never able to beat it). Lastly, the blonde kid with the "surfer cut" or, let's be real, the "bowl cut," which my brother had for several years (please see below––real life example of white boy with surfer cut). And, by several years, I mean 1988- 1999. I love you, JT––your (or Mom's) poor choice in haircuts made this video all the more relevant to me. On a more intellectual level, my amazing and intelligent friend, Anne Huntington, pointed out the advertisement's connection to the New Museum's upcoming show:“NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star." See, I told you she is smart! Hope you enjoyed this video as much as I did!







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