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1991--that's a great year. For everything. But especially being a teenager. That's sort of the epitome, the belated climax, really, of the 1980s . . . considering, the breakup of the USSR ending for good the Cold War . . . total American/Western triumph . . . this is the age of Zack Morris! Blonde tan teens with trimmed bushes to fit into those high rise bikinis. Damn. Awesome time for sex/erotica/the girl next door.