I was road-tripping across California with my aunt and her two children — the longest trip I had ever taken without my mom. In between their snarky remarks at each other, they would remind me of how lucky I am to be an only child. They weren’t the first people to tell me how grateful I should be as an only child — and they definitely would not be the last. 

I’d argue that the ‘90s was the golden age of Black culture for years, if ever someone was silly enough to disagree. The ‘90s brought the origin of the oversized, colorful, arguably ugly, patched clothing that people were smart enough to donate to thrift stores and kids are falsely nostalgic enough to pick up and wear proudly now. The ‘90s gave us very famous or infamous (depending on how one views it) East Coast versus West Coast rap beef that was heated, and deadly, unfortunately. People who are most resistant to change often refer to this era as the time of “real rap.”