How did YouTuber Dillon the Hacker die

The colorful plastic pop is dead

On a chilly April evening, I was lying on the sofa under a woolen blanket exchanging voice messages with a friend on Instagram. My internet spun around again and so I had to pass the time with relics from old times - in this case: DVDs and rickety 3G internet. The television was playing pictures I hadn't seen in over a decade.

"I'm watching" Men in Trees "with Anne Heche, this series from 2006 that we thought was very cute at the time," I laughed into my cell phone. “It's so ABSOLUTE. Anne Heche moves to Alaska in this series, is desperately looking for a man and is walking around in mini-skirt and high heels, through the snow, without tights! Why didn't we notice at the time how LOUD it is? ”We laughed our way through the language and were a bit sad and horrified at the same time. Sad, because treasured relics from our youth turned out to be mostly problematic nonsense in the light of the present. Horrified, because we actually assumed that we were progressive and feminist over a decade ago - but in fact we didn't seem to have that much on our screen.

Don't get me wrong: Personally, I think mini-skirts are great, as well as high-heeled shoes, but Anne Heche, who is sent slapstick-like through the slush of Alaska in high-heeled shoes to satisfy the "male gaze", definitely has nothing to do with self-empowerment to do. Self-empowerment - that's a Billie Eilish, for example, who announced in VOGUE that she wears what she wants, whenever she wants - and that nobody has to comment on that.

"I think everything we looked at back then is really shit from today's perspective," I said to my friend. "I want to" look again "O.C., California," she reported back. “But I don't dare. From today's perspective it must be really bad. "I sighed:" Oh God, yes. I don't dare to look either. I love O.C .. I mustn't spoil myself with today's knowledge. "

May was approaching and I began to renovate my apartment - and properly "declutter", as it is called in technical jargon. Friends have often affectionately called my apartment a pop culture museum, but when I was packing all my relics from A to B these days and thinking about disposal or sale for some, I felt like a pre-boomer - and like an environmental certificate with collecting mania. Hello Kitty toothbrush tumblers, Planet of the Apes action figures, Clueless badges, a wickedly expensive Blythe collector's doll, My Little Pony coffee mugs - I realized that I was both stuck and old.

I tried to convince myself that I was actually on my way to have an apartment like Amy Sedaris' - colorful, trendy, iconic. But at the latest when I went through my CD collection, it was clear: I was actually living in a museum, surrounded by long-extinct phenomena. I shamefully and hastily packed old Katy Perry CDs into a sales box and wondered how brightly colored plastic pop could have turned from a mass phenomenon into a niche product in the past, not even 15 years.

In the evenings, I scrolled through social networks and YouTube videos for interior design inspiration. Everywhere, be it on Instagram or in Korean vlogs, calming, natural or at best pastel-colored boho style splashed towards me, with beautiful plants, maybe a few elements in matt black. I looked at my sprawling collection of bags: the jute bag that was printed with the 80s manga series Heidi and a bag on which I had the portrait of the Europop icon Leila K. printed, and knew: I had missed the train of restrained colors . The leaves of my pilea turned light green, and as I rummaged through the plant insta to find out what I was doing wrong with plant care, the thought briefly occurred to me: Was I just unable to integrate myself into this new world?

At some point the internet went off again. With a lot of catching up to do, I paddled around on several devices at the same time, played in online mode on my (at least pastel-colored) Nintendo Switch and while doing so I was watching stuff on YouTube in random playback - when suddenly "Welcome to the OC, Bitches!" Was suggested to me. A new video podcast in which »O.C., California« inventor Josh Schwartz watches and comments on old episodes together with actors from the series. And even more than the enchanting Rachel Bilson and the legendary Melinda Clarke, who did each other in the first podcast episode, I was delighted by the background: Schwartz and Bilson were sitting in front of a shelf in which, in addition to all sorts of pastel-colored items, books and plants Relics of the old days coexisted peacefully with the classic, reduced 2021 decoration: "Captain Oats" and "Princess Sparkle", the legendary toy plastic ponies from the Appaloosa / Breyer and My little Pony / Hasbro series by Seth and Summer from the Series. I was happy. But can I do an O.C. Rewatch? I do not know that yet.

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