How BFF Relationships Have Changed From the ’90s to Today

Growing up in the ’90s, your BFF was your partner in crime. You’d stay up late talking on the phone, gossip about your parents, and coordinate outfits like it was your job. Fast forward to today, and while some things have changed, the essence of BFF relationships remains the same. We still stay up late chatting, gossip endlessly, and accidentally match our outfits.

The only difference? We’re older now, and wine has become our go-to drink. Best friends are like the siblings we either never had or didn’t get along with. While siblings might have annoyed us by stealing our toys or embarrassing us, our BFFs were the ones we made prank calls with and cried to when our crush held hands with someone else.

Whether in the ’90s or today, our best friends have shaped who we are. In the ’90s, fights with your BFF were dramatic—like when she let your digital pet die while you were on vacation. Today, adult fights are more subtle, with passive-aggressive Facebook comments and ignored Instagram likes. Making up in the ’90s meant passing heartfelt notes in class, while today, it’s all about overpriced Starbucks drinks and selfies.

Friday nights in the ’90s were spent at the mall or sneaking into R-rated movies. Now, it’s all about Netflix and wine. And while ’90s wingwoman duties involved staging run-ins during science class, today’s BFFs help you stalk potential crushes on Facebook for hours. Whether you were pretending to be the Spice Girls in the ’90s or perfecting the Single Ladies dance today, one thing is clear: BFFs are forever, no matter how much times change.

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