I wrote a piece about the "I Love the..." series. Hope you don't mind if I post it here.
When I started watching VH1s I Love the 90s, I wanted to hit myself over the head with an MC Hammer and wake up knowing 10 years of my life were just some neon-colored nightmare.
As many of you likely know, VH1 was once the channel to turn to when you craved to watch music videos and sister station MTV was too occupied with shoveling ****. But now that MTV has created a separate channel for music videos, MTV2 (the broadcast equivalent of putting the BK Big Fish before the Whopper on the combo menu, if you ask me), VH1 has been free to become the I Love Everything channel, airing a line-up of shows that all follow the same basic formula:
1. Take something that happened in history.
2. Have B+-list celebrities make fun of it.
Its a formula true to my heart, really. When the first of these shows, I Love the 80s, aired it was not to be missed by myself or my college friends. The series wasnt just some simple stroll down Memory Lane; it was a madcap, Blues Brothers-style car chase that busted through the mall of American pop culture experience. When I Love the 70s came out it was good, but not quite as popular. My guess is that its because the 70s was composed of a pretty garish color palette that, while tolerable on the less advanced TVs of that decade, just made people nauseous and weepy on todays clearer systems.
I was excited when they announced the arrival of I Love the 90s because I thought it would finally give me the chance to play along at home. While I was technically alive during the 80s (born in 83), most of the things covered on the 80s edition were still far removed from my situation then. I dont personally remember legwarmers or Menudo. The primary mission of my life back then was not wetting my mat during Kindergarten naptime.
However, as I began to take my couch time traveling I was quickly reminded of one rule of humor: Its a lot easier to make fun of idiotic events when you werent one of the idiots participating in them. What I had imagined to be a fun frolic of reminiscence and witty repartee soon turned into a trial of my past coolness. New Kids on the Block? Had nothing to do with them! Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding? I had known both of them were snot queens the whole time, honest! Beanie Babies? I only had [have] one! Wait, are they on 1998 already? Im not prepared for this! You know theyre going to do her but havent we sufferedohmigoshtheresheisits LEWINSKY! AUGGHHHH!
Its a whole different game when the Yo-yo Ball is in your court. The same sorta-celebrities whose jabs I had enjoyed so greatly in the 70s and 80s I now took with a little apprehension. I suddenly began to feel some resentment having parts of my own memory being renamed by Jay and Silent Bob, although I must admit they are the most realistic ventriloquist act Ive ever seen. You cant even tell where Kevin Smith puts his hand up that lanky blonde stoner!
Even so, I have come to forgive them. When its all placed in perspective, the series is in innocent fun and the 90210 generations turn under the spotlight was well due. Those of us who counted down to the year 2000 with our computers instead of Dick Clark in the underlying hope that the Y2k bug would make them explode (yes, myself included) deserve to be laughed at by 10 year old kids as much as those of us who came after the 80s had the right to laugh at people who bought DeLoreans. Its all funny in hindsight.
Does this mean that, in some moment of grace, if I were asked to be on I Love 2000 I would take it up? In a heartbeat, because it would give me the chance to say:
When I started watching VH1s I Love the 90s, I wanted to hit myself in the head with an MC Hammer
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