I had a Skype date with Eriks this morning (is there such a thing as a bromance for chicks?).

Anyway we were discussing life, writing, dudes, dudes, douches, flakiness, happenings, blogs – including the Married to the Mob (MTTM) blog, which I told Eriks that I never read. I felt kind of guilty about that, so I decided to peep the blog. That’s where I came across this post by Tabatha about mid-90s featuring some spreads from old Seventeen magazine:

I wonder what it was like to be 17 back in 95′, probably quite a blur. I always love when the girls tell their raver day stories, imagining the people I work with and respect in the middle of some drug-driven trance and doing a bizarre tribal alien dance with glowsticks hanging from their neck is amazing mental imagery.

Let me tell you about what it was like to be a teen raver in the early 90s.

I remember that time like it was yesterday. I was the quintessential raver baby. I had those black patent leather Airwalks. Cherry ones too. My mobile phone was a brick. I wore long denim skirts with tiny adidas jackets and my hair pinned up in little buns all over my head (just like Bjork post-Sugarcubes).

Knee high socks. Glitter eye shadow and sparkly stickers around your eyes. Kids t-shirts. Tiny backpacks. Chipies. Ahhh my rainbow collection of Chipies. In Sydney, Chipies were THE raver shoe circa 1994/95. I had the baby blue ones below, along with black, red, orange, silver and blue. And after dancing all night in a pair of those a few times, they’d stink worse that prawns in the sun.

I did my fair share of dancing in trances. Hell, I still love the ‘raver skip’ and busting out to some early 90s tunes. Thankfully, I was never into glowsticks. Scamming into raves. Not getting inside the rave. Sitting in the carpark outside the rave. Bulbs. Sydney Park recoveries. I liked jungle and breakbeat and happy hardcore and sometimes I took a green crocodile hand puppet with me to parties for shits and giggles. I still listen to old school (it never fails to cheer me up when I’m down). But I’m not embarrassed. Those times were instrumental in shaping the person I am today.

So much for not reading their blog. Now I can’t wait to see their next MTTM installment about Sassy Magazine.

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