Why I love… Dawson’s Creek

I knew these ‘teens’ weren’t like me in many ways, but they gave me a lexicon with which I could navigate my own lifeMy teen years were in the 90s, cradled between recessions. We had handkerchief-hem tops and UK garage and feelings, man. Well, I certainly did, and that’s why no photos of me as a teen survived – I burned them all in one spectacular fit of teen Sturm und Drang. But thank heaven for telly, which was full of beautiful (but still normal-looking) Ame