I was not particularly enamored with the 1990s while I was growing up in it.
I hated Friends. I hated boy bands. I hated just about everything that was new, and much preferred to listen to ‘80s music I heard on the radio sometimes and whatever Motown my mom would play in the car. Little hipster me wanted the whole thing to be over.
This did not happen.
This will never happen.
The ’90s will never die, or at least nobody is willing to let the decade creep off into memory, least of all BBC executives, who reiterated that Joey will be the main host of the no-longer-quite-so-shouty-or-racist Top Gear.