Yesterday was a really big deal for anyone who learned about social norms, issues facing teens in the 90's and how to hook-up with everyone in your circle of friends: because it was 9-02-10 day. Why I was not in Beverly Hills to celebrate with the people, I do not know.

My sister and I kept a very intense, up-to-date record of every "relation" to ever take place in the 10-season soap opera. Every Wednesday night (and eventually weekdays when it'd be on re-runs), we'd get our piece of tattered notebook paper out and add whatever hook-up happened on the show to our Beverly Hills 90210 STD Traction Chart. As young, impressionable ladies, we were fascinated that these hot people could just hook up with each other all the time and not encounter as many venereal diseases as they  should. So, we decided to track it, proving that if one person got it, they'd all have it. Yes, there was even a Parents Box, that included the whole Mel-and-Jackie fiasco when David and Kelly became step-siblings (making it even more awkward when he walked in on her in the shower).  

My sister and I began collecting every piece of 90210 merch we could get: books, CDs, frisbee, locker pack, sweater with dylan's face on it, and magazine cutouts of every cast member and guest were shellacked onto the wall of our basement, with packaging tape.  We'd sit in beanbag chairs and watch every single episode, sympathizing with Kelly and how all the bad stuff happened to her (lesbian stalker, burned in fire, assault, drug addict mom, coke habit, failed engagements, the list goes on...) while Donna, the producer's daughter, was a wholesome virgin and object of every man's desire.

We all bawled our eyes out when Toni was shot by that henchman who worked for her dad.
We all made picket signs and watched in heated anticipation if Donna Martin would be allowed to graduate.
We all knew Ahhndrea didn't really fit in with the rest of the cast, and that the one time she made out with Steve when she was tutoring him for the SATs that it was way too forced, and that the real Steve Sanders was way too shallow to ever go for the editor of the Blaze.

But the most important question I can ask you ladies (and some fellas) is: Brandon or Dylan?

If you encountered the wall in real life, you will know that these photos do not do it justice, but in the center you will see the large posterboard STD Traction Chart, that connects slash represents every single sexual relation in all 10 seasons of the show.