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‘That ’90s Show’ Is Worse Than ‘That ’70s Show’ in Every Way<!-- wp:html --><p>Photo Illustration by Luis G. Rendon/The Daily Beast/Netflix</p> <p><em>This is a preview of our pop culture newsletter The Daily Beast’s Obsessed, written by editor Kevin Fallon. To receive the full newsletter in your inbox each week, </em><a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/newsletters"><em>sign up for it here.</em></a></p> <p>There are so many <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/peacocks-saved-by-the-bell-reboot-is-so-funny-i-cant-get-over-it">reboots</a>, <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/what-the-queer-as-folk-reboot-gets-so-egregiously-wrong">remakes</a>, and <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/bel-air-is-the-rare-gritty-reboot-that-really-works-and-a-nice-antidote-to-euphoria">reimaginations</a> of old, once-popular TV shows that the news of yet another should hardly be news at all. Instead, it should seem somewhat inevitable. Then there was the announcement that Netflix was reviving <em>That ’70s Show</em>, this time <a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/that-90s-show-on-netflix-is-just-that-70s-show-with-flannels">as <em>That ’90s Show</em></a>.</p> <p>But the way Netflix worded this news…it was less a punch to the gut than a wrecking ball to the groin. It felt as if someone had exhumed my soul from my body, set it on fire, and then fed the ashes back to me. It was the worst possible offense anyone could commit against me: It called me old.</p> <p><a href="https://www.thedailybeast.com/obsessed/that-90s-show-review-worse-than-that-70s-show-in-every-way?source=articles&via=rss">Read more at The Daily Beast.</a></p><!-- /wp:html -->

Photo Illustration by Luis G. Rendon/The Daily Beast/Netflix

This is a preview of our pop culture newsletter The Daily Beast’s Obsessed, written by editor Kevin Fallon. To receive the full newsletter in your inbox each week, sign up for it here.

There are so many reboots, remakes, and reimaginations of old, once-popular TV shows that the news of yet another should hardly be news at all. Instead, it should seem somewhat inevitable. Then there was the announcement that Netflix was reviving That ’70s Show, this time as That ’90s Show.

But the way Netflix worded this news…it was less a punch to the gut than a wrecking ball to the groin. It felt as if someone had exhumed my soul from my body, set it on fire, and then fed the ashes back to me. It was the worst possible offense anyone could commit against me: It called me old.

Read more at The Daily Beast.

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