In the 1990s, we lived flippant and searching lives, and it suited us. We are Reagan babies who grew up in the Clinton era. The world was on a collision course with the World Wide Web’s brave new technology that seemed to be both mysterious and exciting. Y2K was still the stuff of Terminator 2 futurism, not staring us in the face as we pounded out our last thoughts on word processors that were about to quietly betray us, HAL-like, and blast us into the naked depths of outer space. Innocence and scandal fought proxy culture wars.
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