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Posted on Jun 14, 2021

Ten Songs We Played After Getting Dumped In The 90s

It’s the 1990s. You’ve been callously DUMPED. You’re DEVO’D. Here’s what you’re listening to…

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You couldn't really break up by text in the 90s. You had to actually say it out loud. And hearing those words….ouch! But knowing that someone as cool as Gwen Stefani had been dumped as well helped a teeny bit… — youtube.com

You couldn't really break up by text in the 90s. You had to actually say it out loud. And hearing those words….ouch! But knowing that someone as cool as Gwen Stefani had been dumped as well helped a teeny bit…

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You couldn't really break up by text in the 90s. You had to actually say it out loud. And hearing those words….ouch! But knowing that someone as cool as Gwen Stefani had been dumped as well helped a teeny bit…

Michael Stipe told us that everybody hurts. But really, we knew he hadn't experienced anything quite as traumatic as what we had just gone through when we spotted the love of our life getting off with our (now ex) mate round the back of the youth club. Still, it helped give the tears that pleasurable quality that makes your chest ache but in a good way… — youtube.com

Michael Stipe told us that everybody hurts. But really, we knew he hadn't experienced anything quite as traumatic as what we had just gone through when we spotted the love of our life getting off with our (now ex) mate round the back of the youth club. Still, it helped give the tears that pleasurable quality that makes your chest ache but in a good way…

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Michael Stipe told us that everybody hurts. But really, we knew he hadn't experienced anything quite as traumatic as what we had just gone through when we spotted the love of our life getting off with our (now ex) mate round the back of the youth club. Still, it helped give the tears that pleasurable quality that makes your chest ache but in a good way…

Now you're trying to rationalise the why. Why did you get dumped? Why you? Why is she better? Your life is over. You hate yourself. It must be you. You're weird. And ugly. And unpopular. You're destined for a life of misery and Tori Amos is the only other person in the world who knows how you feel. Sadly for your parents who are unintentionally listening from downstairs, you can't hit the high notes like Tori can. But with every swig of Taboo and Lemonade, you fall deeper into despair, wailing like a banshee and crying into your diary pages (on reflection, you also discover you can't write lyrics like Tori can). — youtube.com

Now you're trying to rationalise the why. Why did you get dumped? Why you? Why is she better? Your life is over. You hate yourself. It must be you. You're weird. And ugly. And unpopular. You're destined for a life of misery and Tori Amos is the only other person in the world who knows how you feel. Sadly for your parents who are unintentionally listening from downstairs, you can't hit the high notes like Tori can. But with every swig of Taboo and Lemonade, you fall deeper into despair, wailing like a banshee and crying into your diary pages (on reflection, you also discover you can't write lyrics like Tori can).

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Now you're trying to rationalise the why. Why did you get dumped? Why you? Why is she better? Your life is over. You hate yourself. It must be you. You're weird. And ugly. And unpopular. You're destined for a life of misery and Tori Amos is the only other person in the world who knows how you feel. Sadly for your parents who are unintentionally listening from downstairs, you can't hit the high notes like Tori can. But with every swig of Taboo and Lemonade, you fall deeper into despair, wailing like a banshee and crying into your diary pages (on reflection, you also discover you can't write lyrics like Tori can).

But after you’ve had a whole Taboo and Lemonade you’re feeling pretty hyped. And really, really angry. You’ve rang your best mate, she’s come round to comfort you with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s (and a sneaky can of Carling to share alongside the Marlboro Red you nicked off that weird guy at the bus stop). You’ve both worked yourselves up into a righteous angry state. HOW DARE HE! Enter - Alanis Morissette. — youtube.com

But after you’ve had a whole Taboo and Lemonade you’re feeling pretty hyped. And really, really angry. You’ve rang your best mate, she’s come round to comfort you with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s (and a sneaky can of Carling to share alongside the Marlboro Red you nicked off that weird guy at the bus stop). You’ve both worked yourselves up into a righteous angry state. HOW DARE HE! Enter - Alanis Morissette.

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But after you’ve had a whole Taboo and Lemonade you’re feeling pretty hyped. And really, really angry. You’ve rang your best mate, she’s come round to comfort you with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s (and a sneaky can of Carling to share alongside the Marlboro Red you nicked off that weird guy at the bus stop). You’ve both worked yourselves up into a righteous angry state. HOW DARE HE! Enter - Alanis Morissette.

After that one Marlboro Red you’ve coughed your guts up. But guess what? Your voice is sounding well husky now. Time to scream like a riot grrrrrl! Eat your heart out Donita Sparkes. Let’s light a boyfriend bonfire like they did on Friends that time…. — youtube.com

After that one Marlboro Red you’ve coughed your guts up. But guess what? Your voice is sounding well husky now. Time to scream like a riot grrrrrl! Eat your heart out Donita Sparkes. Let’s light a boyfriend bonfire like they did on Friends that time….

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After that one Marlboro Red you’ve coughed your guts up. But guess what? Your voice is sounding well husky now. Time to scream like a riot grrrrrl! Eat your heart out Donita Sparkes. Let’s light a boyfriend bonfire like they did on Friends that time….

The day after your angry bedroom protest complete with genuine feminist rage and half a cigarette, he asks you out again. Of course you say yes. Because, well, he’s the love of your life and he promises NEVER to get off with any of your mates again. But it’s not long before things turn sour. He’s gone cold on you. Is he waiting for you to end it? Here’s your message to him. — youtube.com

The day after your angry bedroom protest complete with genuine feminist rage and half a cigarette, he asks you out again. Of course you say yes. Because, well, he’s the love of your life and he promises NEVER to get off with any of your mates again. But it’s not long before things turn sour. He’s gone cold on you. Is he waiting for you to end it? Here’s your message to him.

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The day after your angry bedroom protest complete with genuine feminist rage and half a cigarette, he asks you out again. Of course you say yes. Because, well, he’s the love of your life and he promises NEVER to get off with any of your mates again. But it’s not long before things turn sour. He’s gone cold on you. Is he waiting for you to end it? Here’s your message to him.

Like a yo-yo, you’re back to feeling devastated YET AGAIN. You’re too embarrassed to tell your mate cos she warned you this would happen. So you sit in your bedroom, slouch socks on and cuffs pulled over your hands as you try out your best Imbruglia impersonation until you remember that the girl he was snogging was Australian. You vow never to listen to Natalie, Kylie or Dannii ever again. — youtube.com

Like a yo-yo, you’re back to feeling devastated YET AGAIN. You’re too embarrassed to tell your mate cos she warned you this would happen. So you sit in your bedroom, slouch socks on and cuffs pulled over your hands as you try out your best Imbruglia impersonation until you remember that the girl he was snogging was Australian. You vow never to listen to Natalie, Kylie or Dannii ever again.

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Like a yo-yo, you’re back to feeling devastated YET AGAIN. You’re too embarrassed to tell your mate cos she warned you this would happen. So you sit in your bedroom, slouch socks on and cuffs pulled over your hands as you try out your best Imbruglia impersonation until you remember that the girl he was snogging was Australian. You vow never to listen to Natalie, Kylie or Dannii ever again.

You’ve pulled yourself together. But you have a few questions that you need to know…so you call him. You need CLOSURE after all. — youtube.com

You’ve pulled yourself together. But you have a few questions that you need to know…so you call him. You need CLOSURE after all.

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You’ve pulled yourself together. But you have a few questions that you need to know…so you call him. You need CLOSURE after all.

Suitably closured, you’re off out with your bezzie to find your very own Kurt Cobain and blow the cobwebs away. It feels great. You’re over him. In fact, you’ve no idea why you liked him in the first place. He had stupid hair and tied his laces wrong. What were you thinking? — youtube.com

Suitably closured, you’re off out with your bezzie to find your very own Kurt Cobain and blow the cobwebs away. It feels great. You’re over him. In fact, you’ve no idea why you liked him in the first place. He had stupid hair and tied his laces wrong. What were you thinking?

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Suitably closured, you’re off out with your bezzie to find your very own Kurt Cobain and blow the cobwebs away. It feels great. You’re over him. In fact, you’ve no idea why you liked him in the first place. He had stupid hair and tied his laces wrong. What were you thinking?

Maybe so. But let’s be honest - there was another song that we were actually listening to when our friends weren’t around to hear it…

Yep. You might have jumped up and down to Nirvana and screamed like L7 and got deep and meaningful like Tori but in reality, all you really did was cuddle your oldest teddy, drink Ovaltine and warble along with Mariah as tears fell down your cheeks. We’ve all got an inner Mariah, Celine or Whitney - tone deaf or not. At least now we’re older we’re happy to admit what was really in our record collection all those years ago…aren’t we? — youtube.com

Yep. You might have jumped up and down to Nirvana and screamed like L7 and got deep and meaningful like Tori but in reality, all you really did was cuddle your oldest teddy, drink Ovaltine and warble along with Mariah as tears fell down your cheeks. We’ve all got an inner Mariah, Celine or Whitney - tone deaf or not. At least now we’re older we’re happy to admit what was really in our record collection all those years ago…aren’t we?

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Yep. You might have jumped up and down to Nirvana and screamed like L7 and got deep and meaningful like Tori but in reality, all you really did was cuddle your oldest teddy, drink Ovaltine and warble along with Mariah as tears fell down your cheeks. We’ve all got an inner Mariah, Celine or Whitney - tone deaf or not. At least now we’re older we’re happy to admit what was really in our record collection all those years ago…aren’t we?

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