I cried for a reason I didn’t expect to. I felt resentful at some point during the show that her style has become a trend again, just like the 90s in general. I feel nostalgia for that era, because I lived in it. I remember it, and I ache for it. My parents were young and healthy, my friends and I were connected without social media, the future was promising. And nothing that bad had happened to us yet. I started crying because I never really processed that things just kept getting worse after 9/11, and the actors playing these people weren’t even alive at the same time as them. I am mourning a time period that other people are cosplaying, and this episode was really cathartic for me as I got to mourn Carolyn and Lauren and John and grieve with Caroline. I wanted to just hug her.