#nostalgia

#nostalgia

Atlanta's Ying Yang Twins helped define the crunk era by turning late-night club energy into a national language all its own. Their catalog relies on deep bass, playful braggadocio, and hooks designed for shouted choruses more than quiet contemplation. Songs such as "Salt Shaker" and "Wait (The Whisper Song)" turned clubs into shared sing-along zones that felt as much ritual as entertainment.

That is where Razer's Pokémon collection comes in. Instead of one Pikachu mousepad, Razer built a full ecosystem that includes the BlackWidow V4 X keyboard, Cobra mouse, Kraken V4 X headset, and Gigantus V2 M mat. The line is officially licensed and leans into Kanto nostalgia, wrapping every peripheral in Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle graphics across bright yellow surfaces with synced Razer Chroma RGB lighting.

There are more than 6,000 Pizza Huts dotting the thoroughfares of the United States, and almost all of them look exactly the same: The interiors are squat, bland, and cramped; the dining options are restricted to takeout and delivery; there is no soundtrack, save for fluorescent lights buzzing overhead; and there is maybe a lonely chair waiting listlessly by the doorway.

Whenever I see a toy robot, I feel like a kid again. Not because of Transformers, but because Ia millennial and self-proclaimed Cartoon Network kidgrew up on Dexter's Lab, and man, did that show burrow its way into my brain. Who knows? Maybe if I hadn't been so awful at doing useful stuff like math and chemistry, Dexter might have compelled me to become a scientist or an engineer.

cardiganed grandmothers eating roadside picnics beside Morris Minors, pale men sunbathing in shoes and socks on stripy deckchairs, Raleigh Choppers and caged budgerigars and faux leather pouffes I feel a wave of what can't properly be called nostalgia, because the last thing I'd want is to return to that age and those places where I was often profoundly unhappy and from which I'd have been desperate to escape if escape had been a possibility.

Mickey Mouse is more than a simple animated character. He represents a particular emotion that most people experience before they have a chance to process what they've seen. From Mickey Mouse's two black dots for his ears, his round-shaped head, his big doe-like eyes, and his expressionless smile, it is clear that one can understand Mickey Mouse without being told anything about him.

It's important to state that I am the most insufferably sentimental person I know. There are old birthday cards collecting dust in my jam-packed cupboards, stuffed toys their colours long-faded sitting in my bedroom despite their prime cuddling years over, while gifts handmade by friends I no longer talk to take up real estate on my cluttered shelves. You couldn't pay me to part with any of them.

Disneyland is rejecting modernity and embracing tradition, at least as far as Star Wars is concerned. According to the Los Angeles Times, characters from the original trilogy will start wandering Galaxy's Edge, and John Williams' score will replace the ambient spaceport noises piped throughout the land. So it's 'til the spires to immersive worldbuilding, bright suns to getting selfies with your favorite guys from childhood.

We live in a world of instant gratification. Sushi arrives at our door in minutes, a gorgeous coat can be bought with a few taps, and dating apps let us feel attractive from the comfort of our couch. With everything available instantly, it's no surprise that some singles are craving the opposite - a rewind to romance, old-school style. Inspired by "Friends" episodes and parents beginning sentences with "Back in my day...," daters are chasing grand gestures, simpler dates

When I was a kid, there used to be a Museum railway station in Melbourne, Australia. In 1995, it changed its name to match the shopping center above it - a microcosm of how the mentality of my home city has shifted - but Sydney still has a Museum station. The aesthetics of Sydney's Museum Station evoke London Underground vibes as my train from Sydney Airport stops under Hyde Park, the oldest public park in Australia and the first to be named after its more

Loosely known as Bring Back 2016, it involves TikTokers urging their mostly gen Z audience to live 2026 like it's 2016 complete with mannequin challenges, a Major Lazer soundtrack and the promise of never-ending summer. And it's sure to get heads spinning quicker than the fidget spinners it's resurrecting. Admittedly, most of the content is just plain silly: 2016 challenges and dances (the bottle flip, the dab);

Ice cream lovers are faced with serious decisions in the frozen section. Alongside popular favorites, there are plenty of underrated ice cream brands that deserve attention. Pennsylvania-born Turkey Hill is just one example. What started in the Great Depression as a dairy business has endured. Whether tucked into homemade waffle cones or used to make banana splits, Turkey Hill warrants consideration. "I know there's not a lot of love for Turkey Hill, but this is my favorite ice cream," confessed one Redditor. The poster wasn't alone. The brand was first sold regionally but can now be found in major markets.

These are very good tickets. You're in the camera block, near the red contestant's friends and family. So there's something I need to know. If the camera is on you, are you going to duck and hide and get all embarrassed? Or are you going to go absolutely flipping mental? I've been up until the early hours painting portraits of my favourite Gladiators with the precise hope of making it on to the telly.

There was a Marathon gas station at the end of the street I lived on as a kid. Its big, glowing sign was a landmark for me-when I could see it from the window of my mom's car, I knew we were about to be home. Its iconic 'M'-on the rare occasion I encounter one these days-still brings up that old feeling, the familiarity of homecoming, and a twinge of nostalgia.

For this exhibition, Reinecke presents variations of leisure activities in an imaginary wooded landscape and cozy warm interiors infused with sentimentality. Reinecke highlights common outdoor activities such as hiking, swimming and fishing to simple domestic pleasures such as applying nail polish to a loved ones toes upon a green shag carpet in front of a blazing fire ( Cherries in the Snow, 2025).

Well, "new" is a stretch, considering what he's asking for is essentially another fucking remake of the original Pokémon Red and games. But having been in the series' vicinity for almost 30 years, I know that this is the type of artless pitch lapsed and casual fans would happily gobble down like Moomoo Milk.

It's hard to imagine anyone's heart not being lifted a little by Right Back Where We Started From: the euphoric rush of new love rendered into three minutes of cod-northern soul (performed, unexpectedly, by various ex members of ELO, the Animals and 60s soft-poppers Honeybus). Avoid the 80s cover by Sinitta at all costs. A song about fresh starts for anyone who's made a new year resolution with no intention of sticking to it.

While traditionally this is a time of year to start a diet or clean up your eating habits, what's really needed is to lean into old favourites: the dishes we grew up on and that were there for us in the past. There's something quietly radical about indulging that nostalgia in January. About choosing familiarity over novelty, pleasure over punishment, comfort over guilt.