It was long ago, but not as long as it seems: The Berlin Wall fell and the Twin Towers collapsed. In between, one presidential election was allegedly decided by Ross Perot while another was plausibly decided by Ralph Nader. In the beginning, hardly anyone had a cell phone, but every name was listed in something called a phone book unless you paid to keep it out. Everyone answered their landline because you didn't know who it was. By the end, it was a country where most middle-class adults had cell phones, exposing your address out without permission was an act of emotional violence, and nobody picked up a ringing phone receiver because you didn't know who it was.
The '90s brought about a revolution in the human condition we're still groping to understand. Happily, Chuck Klosterman is more than up to the job.
Beyond epiphenomena like "Cop Killer" and Pulp Fiction and Zima, there was, of course, the internet. Once upon a time, people accepted that they didn't know things. And while the internet may have failed at tamping down conspiracy theories, it did prove good at confirming basic facts, like whether Nelson Mandela died in prison in the 1980s. After the 90s, "the Mandela Effect," the name given for widespread belief in something fundamentally incorrect, became the province of history and truly lazy people. But there was also a comfort in this unknowing, grounded in the unconscious assumption that mental individualism was still a viable way to live.
On a 90's Thursday night, more people watched any random episode of Seinfeld than the grand finale of Game of Thrones. But nobody thought that was important; if you missed it, you simply missed it. It was the last era that held to the idea of a true, hegemonic mainstream before it all began to fracture, whether you found a home in it or defined yourself against it.
