Duh-nun-duh-nun, duh-nun-duh-nun--TAP TAP!
Do you know what day it is?
It's 9/02/10. Oh, YES. It is the greatest day of our time, a day to celebrate and reflect upon the greatest show of, um, sometime.
I very sadly don't have time to devote to chronicling my long love affair with 90210, so instead I offer up the following entry from the classified files of Una's Secret Shames (see also: Look in Butt, 1st tampon usage):
In 1991 and 1992--the height of 90210 mania--my friend Adri and I would to go to the deli about once a month, buy BOP and 16 and Tiger Beat, come home, tear out all of the softcore, acid-wash porn posters, and lay them on the floor side by side until we had a carpet made of hairless, preteen lust. Adri was in love with Brian Austin Green and so had dibs on anything with him in it.
I somehow ended up with a giant blow-up photo of Shannen Dougherty.
On a Shetland pony.
Which I hung prominently.
In my bedroom.
In my defense, I was still figuring out my sexuality, okay?