3. The Noughties
Picture the scene: Christmas day 2028. Right or wrong, you’re either side of a few cherrys. Amongst all merriment and peculiar family cohesion you accidentally let slip to your offspring a slightly inappropriate anecdote from your youth.
Pissing yourself on the dance floor, or something (excluding, of course, the details of the ambitious cocktail of substances you were sweating out your pupils). With an apologetic glance to your partner, you attempt to round off your risque tale with “But, hey, it was the noughties.”
How shudderingly wank and tragic does that sound? There’ll be none of that retrospective, tacky glamour that comes with reminiscing on the 80s. You can’t brand cultural significance, on a decade near-totally barren of it, willy nilly.
It’s the responsibility of each and everyone of us to ensure the phrase ‘the noughties’ is eradicated from the history books.
“Skinny jeans! What were they all about, huh?! Well, hey, it was the noughties.”
As memories dwindle and soften, maybe, we will look back on our allotted slice of time with a deluded, retrospective fondness. Maybe, the 60s were pretty bland, but I somehow doubt it.
“If you remember the noughties, you weren’t there, man.”
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