The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers is an American live-action children’s television series about transforming teen superheroes who pilot giant prehistoric-themed robot animals that can form together into a giant robot called a Megazord. With help from a creepy robot named Alpha and his floating head master Zordon, the Power Rangers battle enemies like Rita Repulsa, Lord Zedd, and all of their monstrous henchmen.
At the height of its popularity, the show appealed to kids of all ages and invited them into its world of colorful martial arts and slapstick comedy. With this success came all types of toys, video games, apparel, and various other merchandise with the Power Rangers logo plastered all over it. Being at the perfect age for full indoctrination when the show first premiered on Saturday morning Fox, I was hypnotized and engrossed. I even saw the abysmal feature film in theaters on opening night and scored myself a free poster.
On a lazy, rainy Saturday afternoon, children can be a real handful. They’re whiney, agitated and complaining about how bored they are and how all of their thousands of dollars worth of board games, video games, and action figures “suck.” What in the name of shutting them the fuck up can you do to appease them? That’s where family fun centers shine like a beacon of hope in a sea of destructive thoughts like “Why the fuck did we ever decide to have kids?” and “Could we get away with murdering them?” Family fun centers are the answer.
However, the best family fun center ever invented closed its doors in 1996 due to bankruptcy. Their bottom line was stretched to the point of collapse with each new expansion the company made and it finally had to close its doors and hand over the keys to the far inferior wasteland of broken dreams and shitty arcade machines known as Chuck E. Cheese.
by Sienna Golden Malik
They went to school and whispered about the Spice Girls and the two boys in town behind their seemingly nonexistent teachers’ backs. They went home in a giant shoebox-schoolbus, and by the time they hit the first bus stop, the bus’s contents had shifted considerably. The school was always right by the nice part of town, so the popular girls—Polly with the blonde pigtails, Polly in the pink minidress, Polly’s brunette friend who always wore a swimsuit to school—were the first ones off the bus. I could have made them go home and do their homework, but after they finished cheerleading practice, it was usually partytime (whatever 7-year-old me thought cool teenagers did at parties).
Have you ever wondered what happened to the iconic family homes from your favorite 90s movies like Jumanji, Beethoven, and Home Alone?
A real estate blog has gathered up some of the most coveted 90s movie houses around and displayed them for our viewing pleasure.
Remember how awesome the ’90s were? Don’t even try to deny how much you loved Skip-It, Beanie Babies, the Backstreet Boys, and Furbies, because the bloggers here at Movoto Real Estate loved all of them too. Well, except Furbies–those things were beyond annoying, not to mention creepy.
Every parent out there knows the feeling of buying a child an expensive toy and seeing them lose interest in favor of a totally mundane object. Whether it be a roll of bubble wrap, a rubber band, or a large refrigerator box, kids make the best of what’s in front of them using that often overlooked sixth sense: IMAGINATION.
Although growing up in the 90s afforded the opportunity for many electronic, complicated playthings with many small parts that were easy to lose, break, and choke on, there was still room for the old classics like a bouncy ball, a stick, and another activity that started out simple and harmless and blossomed into something much more sinister. I’m talking about the catalyst for a worldwide wave of childhood gambling. I’m not talking about jacks, dominoes, or baseball cards, oh no. I’m talking about the seemingly harmless, but malevolently addictive Pogs.
Pogs is, in its simplest terms, a game. A game from the 90s. At its height, it was the cause of more playground crying than a skinned knee. Basically, pogs are little white paper discs with designs on one side. The game is played with these paper pogs and their heavier counterparts known as slammers.
Slammers are made of either heavy plastic or metal and come in a range of thicknesses and weights. The heavier the slammer, the better chance you had of winning. Some of the slammers that were owned by friends of mine were beyond obscene. They were multiple inches in thickness and weighed as much as a gallon of milk. Personally, I always took the high road and kept my slammers within reason. I’d dabble in metal ones, but I always kept them to a low thickness to avoid being labeled a cheater or a fink.