The 90s for me (and most girls) can be summed up into three little words: The Babysitter’s Club. Whenever my sparkly pink nail polished hand got a hold on one of those crisp chapter books I was lost for an entire afternoon, dedicated to Claudia’s strict parents and Kristy’s uber bossiness. That is, until my mother called me down for dinner: mac and cheese and a Swiss Cake Roll.
Sigh. Those were the good old days.
But now there is good news for me and my fellow Babysitter’s fans. Scholastic has decided to give the books a re-vamp and bring them into the 21st century. I haven’t heard better news since I found out Taylor Lautner was gaining 20 pounds of muscle for the Twilight saga films! I could not have special ordered better news.
Will there be a new girl at the BSC in charge of maintaining their website?
Will the girls get in trouble for Facebooking on the job?
Just thinking about it makes me giddy. Actually, thinking about the 90s at all makes me wanna do a little dance in my stirrup pants. Well, if I still had them. The 90s were a pretty fantastic decade full of pretty rad stuff (like the word “rad”), and if we’re bringing back the BSC, maybe we should consider bringing back a few other key things.
Skip-It: No wonder I could eat four Toaster Strudels every morning when I was ten. Besides my killer metabolism, Skip-It skipped my way into some well defined calves at a young age. Calves I’d do just about anything (besides calf raises) to have back now. Perhaps this time around they could have adult sizes? Lord knows I’ve tried stuffing my foot into that teeny, tiny ring unsuccessfully too many times.
Jonathan Taylor Thomas: His dreamy fave and frosted tips were plastered all over my walls/notebooks/Trapper Keeper/locker/you name it. His mere presence on the set of Home Improvement had me jumping out of my beanbag chair. And then…he vanished. Come back to me, JTT. Come back now.
Beanie Babies: Mostly so I can recoup my losses from the 100 that I somehow still have piled in my closet.
Clarissa Explains It All: Clarissa taught me all I needed know about my first pimple and how to climb into a second floor bedroom window. Come to find out, I still seek advice on these subjects, except it is usually climbing out of a second floor window (hello walk of shame/two-minute getaway). Plus, neighbor Sam is probably looking pretty, pretty good right about now and with Gossip Girl and Glee on hiatus, we could use a little something to fill our DVRs.
MC Hammer Pants: Oh wait. We already got those back. And it wasn’t pretty.