Ashley Elvington staff writer
LOVE,
magic
& Whimsy
THERE ARE MANY THINGS I LOVE about being a child of the 90s. I cherished my
jelly sandals (which I still own and can fit into, by the way), my Hanson t-shirts, tattoo chokers,
and Spice Girls dolls. I still love the fashion and its recent re-emergence, but my favorite part
about that decade is the music. While I loved a good boy band and Gwen Stefani (who I still
want to be when I grow up), one of the most memorable songs that still gets easily stuck in my
head today is “What is Love?” by Haddaway. Although I usually picture Will Ferrell and Chris
Kattan during that scene from Saturday Night Live and Night at the Roxbury, I can’t help but
ponder the question myself. As cheesy as the song may be today, you’ve got to admit that he
and I aren’t the only ones who have wondered exactly what love is.
When I was a child, I thought love was the butterflies I felt in my stomach the first time I saw
Taylor Hanson or the awe I stood in while being feet away from my favorite O-Town member.
Oh how my perception changed as I grew older! I was later than most girls in my class, in the
sense of becoming interested in boys. I preferred reading, playing video games, watching my
favorite cartoons, driving my golf cart around the neighborhood while my boom box blasted
my Aqua cassette tape… Who had time to be interested in a boy?!? Certainly not me, as I
punched a boy in the 2nd grade simply because he annoyed me. And I’m pretty sure I wore
my “Girls Rule, Boys Drool” t-shirt to the point of no return. That about sums up m