Okay, Kara, why is there no band named Thong Panic? We should start one. We can do Sisquó and Lisa Loeb mash-ups.
But your post (nice pic of Sasha Grey, btw! check out this one) reminded me of the chasm between the life lived by 90s women (really quite complex and progressive) and the media coverage of it (Holy shit, teens’ thongs are showing above their jeans!).
It also reminded me of how much culture I consumed that I thought everyone knew about but that in fact only like four other people saw. Case in point: Hal Hartley.
My God, but I loved those movies of his, especially Trust, Surviving Desire, and The Unbelievable Truth. They totally were the 90s for me, in all their hyper-sincere, embarrassingly pseudo-intellectual, shamelessly romantic glory. But you know what the biggest movies of the 90s actually were? Schindler’s List and Forrest Gump.
Come to think of it, did The New Sincerity have any impact at all on the culture? — Ada