Not in a tragic, world-ending way. But in a “what was I wearing?” way. In a “why did we think that filter looked good?” way. In a “did my phone really need a neon pink otterbox the size of a small dog?” way.
Let’s say it out loud: 2013 was ugly.
We remember 2013 as the awkward middle child of the 2010s. Too late for the indie sleaze of 2009, too early for the curated minimalism of 2016. It was a swamp of chevron prints, mustache decals, and “YOLO” captions typed on a Samsung Galaxy S4 with a plastic back that creaked when you squeezed it. ugly 2013
It was cringe. It was messy. It was real . Not in a tragic, world-ending way
What’s your ugliest 2013 memory? Drop it in the comments. Bonus points if you owned a pair of studded loafers. In a “did my phone really need a