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.
In the halls of 90s TV history, there’s always been a lack of exposure for certain cartoon shows. The short-running, somewhat obscure offerings when it came to childrens’ television programming often fell by the wayside and were overshadowed by heavy hitters like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe or G.I. Joe. I’m here to put a stop to this unfair prejudice and give a big nod to the little shows that could.
Originally a Spanish animated television show based on the children’s book “The Secret Book of Gnomes” by Wil Huygen, David the Gnome (David el Gnomo) showed the world how someone so little could be so outstandingly badass.
The English dub of the series reached US shores in 1987 and aired Monday – Friday on Nickelodeon. As part of Nick Jr.’s inception and eventual daytime children’s TV takeover, it ran from 1987 until 1995 and still gets syndication worldwide today on some networks. Although it was created in the 80s, I consider it a 90s TV show because it gained international superstardom in the early 90s as a show that kids couldn’t look away from.
I can fondly and vividly remember coming home from school in Kindergarten and first grade and catching an episode of David the Gnome on Nickelodeon. Although I was confused at first, I quickly grew to love the show.
Since the creation of 90s Movies.net, the goal of the site has been to entertain and elicit the sentiment associated with all things pop culture from the forgotten decade. It’s important to recapture that essence to combat the growing apathy and cynicism regarding our current state of existence.
The 90s always had an overwhelming feeling of intangible perfection. This was a decade of grunge rock, slick two-timing presidents, unforgettable sitcoms, colorful and nutritionally-devoid snack foods, and endless amounts of fun. Those days, before cell phones and social networking, were part of the last generation of children who discovered and appreciated life on their own terms.
When you heard a dirty word on the schoolyard, in movie theaters, or from your parents, you didn’t go home and google it to find out what it meant. You were forced to ask older kids, older siblings, or creepy homeless men outside of the local 7-11 what it meant. This overabundance of readily-available information is a detriment to society.
Kids don’t go outside anymore. As a child, I almost never spent the days indoors. Our summers were filled with neighborhood-wide games of manhunt and I knew every backyard on my street as if it were my own. Kids were allowed to be kids. I’d only come back inside for lunch, dinner, and when 9 o’clock rolled around.
America is not known for its love of nutrition, but it sure is known for it’s obsession with fatty, syrupy, disgusting, monstrous creations like the Turducken, the hamburger served on a donut, and the deep fried Oreo. However, the one terribly tasty treat of onset obesity that gets the most love is served by none other than America’s fat ass factory, McDonald’s.
The McRib made its way into the hearts, thighs, and asses of Americans in 1981 as a limited-run, special edition sandwich. Basically, the McRib consists of a ground pork patty pressed to look like a tiny rack of ribs, barbecue sauce, onions, and pickles served on a 6-inch roll. This little slice of American gluttony has become something of a cult item and its fans will pour out in droves to gobble it up.
The McRib didn’t initially start out so popular, though. In 1982, the sandwich was a moderate success and sales were little more than mediocre. McDonald’s big wigs decided that pork was not a popular enough meat in America to earn the McRib a permanent place on the Micky D’s menu. It was removed in 1985 and, after several years, only returned in promotions.
In the summer of 1994, McDonald’s decided to resurrect the McRib to tie it directly with the release of The Flintstones movie. The advertisements equated the McRib with the giant dinosaur ribs that Fred Flintsone feasts on in the opening credits of the cartoon. McDonald’s even featured characters from the movie on the McRib packaging.
90s Movies.net fondly remembers the Sandlot, a film that many consider the pinnacle of children’s baseball stories.
The Sandlot is among the most iconic and legendary family-friendly sports films ever made. It exists as a rarity in the world of film because each scene is so well-written that they seem to feed off of each other as the film progresses.
While some may pan its unrealistic situations, I felt that the ridiculousness was a fine choice for a film aimed at kids. The film is told from a child’s perspective, so it only made sense that things would be exaggerated as that is how the world seems in the mind of a child. By the climax of the film, I felt so captivated by the story that I was immersed in the fictional world enough as to overlook situations that would otherwise be considered nonsensical.
The film builds beautifully upon the collective feeling of nostalgia that the older generation feels while capturing the imaginative firsthand experience of playing baseball with your friends. This approach to storytelling makes the Sandlot appealing to and entertaining for kids and adults alike.