Over the weekend, the editorial staff of this fine publication did something it is known to do: party. We Cardinalistas live by two codes. The first you will find printed at the bottom of each edition’s front page (I’ll wait while you check the PDF). The second is one inscribed within our hearts, a mantra we were all born believing: Work hard, play hard.
This weekend’s fiesta featured a ’90s theme. I was particularly drawn to it seeing as I am at an age where damn near every aspect of my life is in flux, so I feel safe clinging to images of a slime-covered Amanda Bynes or crime-fighting turtles.
Still, while it is now easy to remember the ’90s as a carefree era of my life, I know the decade featured its own unique problems. Truth be told, I have always been a bit neurotic (My mother told my kid self that “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” should be my theme song), and my time spent in single digits was no exception.
Sure, the concerns of my Limited Too-clad self were not quite as weighty as the obstacles of today—get a job, move to a city where I know no one, whatever—but they felt so at the time. So let’s put on our rose-tinted glasses and get nostalgic for the fears of yesteryear, shall we?
