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Ways BFF Relationships Have Changed From The ’90s Versus Today

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6 Things We Gossip About

In the ’90s: It was usually about how you biggest enemy showed up to school wearing the same scrunchie or took your slap bracelet or gave everyone one of her Warhead candies at lunch but you.

Today: Whatever it is, is probably has something to do with Game of Thrones.

7 Helping Each Other Through Heartbreak

In the ’90s: Nobody knew how to help you through a breakup like your BFF, who would always show up to class with an extra Cosmic Brownie for you.

Today: Yoga. Manis/pedis. $5 wine. And then a girls’ night out at the bar where you get hit on and your BFF has to tell them to get lost.

8 How We Stay In Touch

In the ’90s: This was back in the day when we went to each other’s homes and rang the doorbell. Sometimes, we’d call their house and their dad would answer, and then it was just awkward.

Today: We don’t even use words anymore. Only emojis.

9 Things We Get In Trouble For

In the ’90s: Causing trouble was so much more innocent in the ’90s — Ding Dong Ditch and TP-ing the neighbor’s house and putting a whoopie cushion under the music teacher’s chair.

Today: If your BFF is also your work wife, then you definitely get busted at least once a week for being late to work because you decided on an impromptu Starbucks trip first.

10 Sticking Up For Each Other To The Haters

In the ’90s: When ish went down on the playground, you’d… you’d… run and tell Mom and Dad.

Today: Things are much less confrontational these days. Ticking off the haters typically requires a fabulous night out and posting dozens of pictures on the Facebook so they know they weren’t invited.

11 How You Show Off Your Unbreakable Bond

In the ’90s: Homemade BFF friendship bracelets all the way.

Today: Sometimes, matching tattoos are in order; but if that’s a bit too much, you’ll put that you’re in a relationship with each other on Facebook because it’s so funny and makes you LOL.

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