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On Thursday nights in the 1990s, millions of American living rooms looked the same. In one house it was Family Matters. In another it was The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. In another it was a rerun of The Cosby Show. You were not tuning in for a lesson on identity. You were tuning in because you knew what it was like to have a sibling who annoyed you, a parent who caught you lying, or a family member who could turn a normal evening into chaos. ...

Every photo album holds a quiet contradiction. Look at images from 1991 and you don’t see the 1990s. You see the 1980s: the clothes, the malls, the cars, the interiors, the hairstyles, the tone of everyday life. The same happens with 2002, which still looks like the 1990s, or 2012, which resembles the 2000s more than the decade it technically belongs to. This isn’t a glitch of memory or a trick of nostalgia. It exposes a structural truth about how culture evolves: our cultural decades do not match the calendar decades we assign to them. ...