Teenaging in the Early 2000’s

I watch YouTube more frequently than I’d care to admit. And I’m not referring to the odd vine or movie trailer. I watch make-up tutorials from girls who are half my age with twice my bank balance. And while I could watch, bitter and twisted over the fact that these adolescents have mastered the perfect wing, whilst I stand inches from the mirror cotton bud at the ready each morning, I actually feel a little bit sorry for them, for they missed the absolute joys of teenaging in the early 2000’s.

Prior to hitting puberty and deciding that I was ready for womanhood, I lived a very sheltered existence, with my entire squad residing over a handful of assorted cul-de-sacs on a quiet residential estate. We would call on each other after school, asking mothers politely “can Laura come out to play?” and meeting the rest of the crew at a pre-arranged point to work on the structural integrity of our den, or perhaps play 40-40-In until dinnertime. This was until we discovered… MSN Messenger.


No longer did we need to leave the house to socialise, instead we IM’d, we harassed Smarter Child, we would engage in group chats with unknown boys and pretend to be on the cusp of signing our modelling contracts with 17 Management or whichever obscure brand we had decided upon that day.  I would wait until my current crush would appear online and ensure that my ‘Now Playing’ wasn’t Busted or something equally lame and I would set myself to appear offline, then online, then offline, then online…. Until I could be sure he had noticed me. We would type away until Mother would attempt to make a call on the home phone and be blasted with the static from the dial up, at which point I would be ushered away from the desk in the corner of the dining room and swiftly up to my room.uniden-slim1100-slimline-corded-phone-white-one-phone-841a56df60426d22ea1e7bcfbf9f64f5

It wasn’t until that boy at school called the home phone to talk to you that you knew shit was getting real. Mother would answer the phone, her eyes lighting up while she cooed back into the receiver “Oh hello Eddddd, I’ll just check whether she is available” or worse… Brother would get to it first, quickly informing Ed that I was on the toilet and may be some time. Prior to this moment answering the home phone was the most mundane of all the household activities, but then it became a race. Mother, Brother and I all scrambling to get to the telephone table only to be greeted by Auntie Valerie attempting to use up her free UK minutes after 7pm.


I recall the day Mother purchased our first mobile telephone, a Sony Ericsson GA626. It was to remain fully charged in the drawer until somebody had to leave the house, then they would have the privilege of using the family mobile. It was amazing, striding through town, family mobile in hand, I was unstoppable, the height of modern sophistication. Texting  BT Cellnet for regular balance updates just to see that incoming text light up that green screen. Over the years the family mobile became my own, I would save my pocket money and get that £10 top-up voucher, forgoing sweets and that weeks Shout magazine to text the galdem “u k?”. Towards the end of the week it would dawn on me how frivolous I had been with my messaging and the pranking would commence, weighing up the timings to ensure the recipient would hear their phone but were not allowed the opportunity to pick up, meaning they would have no choice but to call me back.

These are but a few of my treasured adolescent memories. No, they didn’t get any ‘likes’ or ‘followers’. There wasn’t a filter in sight and nobody could afford the technological advances that would allow to record any of the above – THANK GOD. 



10 thoughts on “Teenaging in the Early 2000’s

  1. bloominglaura says:

    This post has been a major throwback and induced some nostalgic feelings… I love it! Taken me right back to 14 year old me who was furious at my parents if they needed to use the phone whilst I was on MSN or Habbo Hotel – those were the days!

    • Lucindafer says:

      Your first phone was a 3310 – Lucky! I had to wait years for Snake! It definitely sucked at the time but I’d take a brick phone over competing over Insta likes every time.

      • kristinakoti says:

        Haha yeah I know what you mean. Thinking of it, it’s utterly stupid and shallow isn’t it. And all about luxury, fancy cars, restaurants, resorts, clothes and luxury items… uh uh

  2. scatterbrain3 says:

    Thanks for the flashback. Msn was raaaad. I remember sitting on it till the early hours of the morning trying to chat up the girls I liked at school. I was to shy in person so msn was perfect haha.

  3. JustAGirlAndABike says:

    Great post. It took me back to my days (SO LONG AGO) when we didn’t have Internet, cell phones or any of it 🙂 WE really did have to go across the street and ask if so and so could play. You had to go out in to the world and meet people in person 🙂

  4. nativemillennial says:

    This is great – My first phone was a Nokia – and then I finally got an upgrade to a Motorola recently. My blog is for Millennials who primarily were born in the late 90’s to early 2000’s and I think this would be really interesting reading. If you’d like to contribute send me an email 🙂

  5. skittlesunshine says:

    This is seriously the truth! ❤ MSN Messenger was my lifeblood and if the internet was off because someone was on the phone (we only had dial up because my mom was cheap) I would be recording songs off the radio or trying to get my mom to let me play brick breaker on her phone! I sometimes mourn for my children's childhoods and how planned everything is. My son rarely gets to just show up at his friend's houses because their parents prefer if we schedule stuff. It's such a different world and it's amazing how much has changed in even just the last five years. ❤ This post definitely made me feel the nostalgia. ❤

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