What’s the 411?

Growing up as a teenager in the late 80s/early 90s shaped the woman I am today.  I am PROUD to have actually gone thru that era.  Reading about it and living it are two totally different planets.  And I ain’t knockin.  Ya’ll snapback wearin seedlings can’t help it haha.  But discovering it as it happens is like no other.  I rocked Ellesse and starter jackets when Salt and Pepa were pushin it, when the Jets did the smurf to crush on you and Anquette was singing I will always be there for you.  I went thru all of Janet’s phases WITH her…from Let’s Wait Awhile sportin Guess, Made in the Shades and IOU sweatshirts…to That’s the Way Love Goes with choker necklaces and visible midriffs.  Then Monie Love and Queen Latifah came along…and I cut the tops off baseball caps, rocked a ponytail above the rim, wore baggy jeans, baseball jerseys, Air Max 90s and watched housing crews battle it out. 

Then Mary J. arrived…the summer I graduated high school, the summer of first love, the summer we didn’t sleep.  When it was all about pagers, house parties, pool hustlin, 40s, deuce deuces, fake IDs, puff jackets, tims, polo, nautica, tommy hil.  It was the summer of discovering the WHOLE Bay and my world got a little bigger.  Boys had to have VERBAL game.  Ladies had to be clever. And talkin on the phone was how we got to know each other.  Add the Golden Era of Hip Hop and you have perfection.  When Mary dropped What’s the 411, I was deep in it.  She taught love, heartbreak, style, confidence…and I learned.  Learned how to be, how not to be, how to hold myself, how to love myself, how to let go.  Thank you Queen of Hip Hop Soul.  I am what I am today because of you.  So when anyone asks “Ay yo what’s the 411 hon?”.  I can truly say “I got it goin’ on hon.” 


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  1. 30/11/2011 at 11:51 am

    Yo! you forgot to mention Cross Colors. Haha, back then the authentic cross color jeans were like $75-100 bucks. I used to rock the knock off cross colors from the swapmeet. Matter of fact i used to get most my gear from the swap meet (single mom). Aloha bowl swap meet was the place to go back then.

    • 30/11/2011 at 12:02 pm

      Kriss Kross’ll make you…

      • 01/12/2011 at 1:31 am

        Awesome post christine.. love

        • Chris
          01/12/2011 at 11:41 am

          Thanks Mark!

  2. Wyn
    01/12/2011 at 8:53 pm

    Nice lil read… I grew up in the same era… Ahhh the good ol days

    • Chris
      02/12/2011 at 9:40 am

      Old school = BEST school