My street cred went way up today in English. My problem kids there have a song for everything and while normally that would thrill me. I play that game too, quite well. However, I don't get their songs and they don't get mine...
Today they invoked the Beastie Boys! I was able to identify (please, it was license to Ill, 1987) and was able for a moment to silence them. Must have looked like Barbara Billingsley in Airplane. "Excuse me, I can speak jive".
The April 9th Entertainment Weekly is a large part of the rage at work. It features a 100 question quiz (and I still maintain that 100 questions is a test and not a quiz) on 1990's pop culture. Evidently I was to be the great white hope for a high score and I made (drumroll) a 56. According to the EW, that makes me eligible for the Dances With Wolves sequel in the role of "Dabbles in Popular Culture". Not too shabby considering I spent the better part of the 1990's in rehearsal (I counted on the drive home, 33 plays from 1990-99).
Questions I Was Proudest to Miss
Questions I Was Ashamed To Know
This goes on and on. I cannot help but wonder as I read the quiz if 90's nostalgia is a bit premature.