A small selection from today's list, somewhere or other, of things that "noughties" teenagers will remember from the last decade, apparently.
But, really, we did all of these better than the teenagers. They think they own these things. But we showed 'em, right?
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Smirnoff Ice, WKD and Archers.
Your mother moaning at you for drinking too many of the above.
Denim everything. Denim jackets, the perfect denim mini skirt, denim pedal pushers, denim bags.
Pairing the denim mini skirt with UGG boots, ballet pumps or bright pink Converse or Vans.
The super slicked back ponytail that took at least ten minutes to perfect, as well as three scoops of mousse, and two brushes. Then, teasing two strands of hair out. Chav chic, nailed it.
Crop tops.
Knowing one friend that got so paralytic they had to get their stomach pumped. And being thoroughly glad it wasn’t you.
It’s summer. What do you wear? A halter neck top complete with a push up bra of course, duh. Sexy and stylish.
Come on. Things we did waaay better than the teenagers in the noughties ... ?
Deeley boppers knickerbockers/pedal pushers, pixie boots, gold lurex thred woven through EVERYTHING, ruffled shirts, grandad shirts and granny boots, rara skirts, rats tails in our hair, big flicky wedge fringes, men in make up, tiny random plaits in your hair, berets, houndstooth check overcoats, flapper sandals, trilbys, Pringle jumpers and Pod shoes, LaCoste, kouros aftershave, beer towel jeans, shoulder pads.
I never knew anyone - and still don't - who had to get their stomach pumped. I know someone who had their drink spiked, though, and that was something we just didn't see in the sixties.
I'm the one with the thigh-high patent leather boots, the Dollyrocker dress, and the Mary Quant haircut :-)
That is one up side of young girls drinking alcopops ... it's hard to spike a drink that's in a bottle with a small top. And guys can't tip extra shots of vodka into them.
I can only say I do recall my eldest with her Afghan coat, stunk to high heaven (because it had been properly tanned) but she really figured she was the bees knees.
Hair mousse wasn't invented when I went out bopping, Angel Delight was the nearest thing to mousse. I wore high heels most of the time, flared skirts or dresses with frilly petticoats for dancing and pencil skirts and blouses for the office. No-one I knew did drugs, we smoked cigarettes, and we didn't drink ourselves senseless, we respected our parents too much, besides the neighbours would have talked, nowadays the neighbours don't give a monkeys they don't know who you are most of the time.