Confessions of a 90s Baby with an 80s Soul

I was born in the 90s. I grew up with dial-up internet, Groovy Chick, and CBBC on a chunky TV. So why, lately, does my brain keep doing the electric slide straight into 1985?

It’s not like I lived through it. I have zero firsthand memories of legwarmers, mall bangs, or mixtapes made on cassette. And yet… the vibes are immaculate.

🎶 The Music Slaps (No Debate)

I’m currently hyperfixated on “Video Killed the Radio Star” — and honestly, if you haven’t danced around your bedroom to it, are you even living? There’s something about those synths, the echoey vocals, and the weird-but-catchy melody that lights up my brain like a disco ball.

The 80s didn’t hold back. Big sounds. Big feelings. Big hair. It’s like every track wanted to be the soundtrack to your teenage rebellion — and somehow, that still hits, even in 2025.

📺 The Aesthetic? Unhinged in the Best Way

Neon everything. Glitter. Shoulder pads the size of small dogs. It’s the kind of loud, chaotic fun that my soul (and Daisy Carter) thrives on. I wasn’t even born yet, but somehow the 80s feel like a warm, overdramatic hug.

Everything was unapologetically extra. And let’s be real — I am too.

🕹️ Nostalgia Without the Trauma

There’s something weirdly safe about vibing with a decade you never actually lived through. No awkward school memories. No dodgy family holidays. Just vibes. It’s like borrowing the comfort of someone else’s childhood without the chaos.

Maybe that’s part of why I love it so much. It’s like playing dress-up in a time machine.

✨ Creativity Was a Lifestyle

Whether it was the first music videos, chaotic fashion, or aggressively funky furniture, the 80s was basically a giant moodboard. That tracks with me. My brain thrives on colour, sparkle, noise, and big feelings — so maybe I was always meant to be an 80s kid. Just… 40 years late.

Final Thought

I might be a 90s baby, but my soul clearly missed a memo. I’m just over here, living my best 80s fantasy — one synth solo at a time.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go belt out A-ha while pretending my life is a movie montage.

Daisy’s Corner: “Asten has entered her should’ve been born in the 80s era and honestly? I respect it. Pass me the hairspray and a Walkman. We’re going IN.”