A cautionary tale from the dial-up days — because we really were just trying to find a cute website for girls, not trauma.
There are few childhood memories more unifying than typing something innocent into the family computer… and instantly realising you’ve made a terrible mistake. 💀
For many of us, that moment came courtesy of Girls.com — a name that sounded like the perfect pink paradise of quizzes, dress-up games, and sparkly fonts. We were expecting Polly Pocket. We got… the complete opposite. 😬
Back then, no one warned us that typing “.com” after anything could open a portal to adult chaos. There was no Google SafeSearch, no filters, just pure internet roulette. You’d click one wrong link, panic, and suddenly you’re frantically hammering the back button while praying your mum didn’t walk in.
“I swear, Mum, I was just trying to find dress-up games!” — every traumatised 00s kid ever.
It became a generational legend — whispered in computer rooms, immortalised in MSN chats, and passed down like a digital ghost story. “Don’t type Girls.com,” we warned each other. “Trust me.”
It’s funny now, of course. But it’s also a perfect snapshot of the Wild West internet — when curiosity was innocent, search engines were chaos, and one mistyped URL could scar you for life. 💅
So here’s to us: the generation that learned the hard way that not every website with “girls” in the title was built for us. May your browsers be clean, your tabs safe, and your childhood innocence fondly remembered.
Asten Does Nostalgia 
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