I have boxes of photographs of my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews and other family. I display a few photos of my kids when we went on vacation to Hawaii 15 years ago. But I feel so guilty throwing the rest away. What are y'all doing?
Even if it was just laminate it made me kind of feel cozy. Drywall everywhere just doesn't quite do it for me.
Both sets of grandparents, natural father, as well as the father that adopted me, have passed. This is my inheritance.
Who had their own business cards just because? Like ones you had made for yourself that had nothing to do with a job. I remember people handing them out to make it easier to give someone your number, but with the rise of cellphones, they went the way of the dodo.
Edit: I forgot that they were calling cards, not business cards. 🤦♀️
1976 was 50 years ago!!!
I got way too many hours of creative/abstract fun out of this than I should have.
I'm 58. Got a couple of kids that are 12 years apart. One is excelling after a couple of years in jail. The other, I had to boot out at 32 cause he wasn't doing shit with his life. Now he's at least getting by. I'm commonlaw with someone who chased me hard after my last divorce, and she just turned half my age. We've been together for seven years and seem to be as strong as ever. Seems to love me for me instead of what I can provide.
Been in construction most of my life and started a gig that keeps me in six figures and is recession proof, ai proof, and will carry me through until I decide to retire.
Not that life is perfect, but there is hope for all of us.
Sorry. Know this is a ramble, but with all the shit thrown at our generation, I know it can be hard at times. Keep up the fight. Hope isn't always fleeting.
If the mods don't like this, delete. I know they get rid of stuff cause I don't fit the reddit sensibilities.
My wife and daughter are away on holiday and were worried I wouldn't cope... I'm doing perfectly well as it turns out.
My partner (also b.1967) & I were talking about music today. He said that he still expected to hear Queen’s “We Are the Champions” right after
“We Will Rock You” because that’s how they were played when we were growing up.
He lamented that’s no longer the case on the streaming apps. You’ll hear “Rock You” and then some other song after (unless you specify the playlist).
That made me wonder: Do you think younger generations will never know that “We Will Rock You” should be followed by “We Are the Champions” and that they’re not really 2 separate songs?
I can’t remember how it was on my vinyl album - was there an intentional gap in between the 2 songs?
I’ve convinced myself that Gen X funerals are going to be party-fantastic. It almost makes me want to reconnect with old friends. Direct or design your funeral and paint us a linguistic picture here: What’s happening? What’s playing? Who is speaking? What do they say? Details win the game.
How is it possible people were so obsessed with this? Who had one and what did you do with it?
Younger X here ('79), and this is something that I've been experiencing for maybe the last ~5+ years. Though a big part of me can see that the common denominator here is me, and maybe I'm just fucked in the head... but I'm having a really hard time squaring this circle.
Initially, it was as simple as noticing too many people with really stupid and ignorant fucking ideas about society, government, and how people just live amongst each other. I'd hear or read garbage from people about how they think somebody else was thinking or should think, about the broad social contract or just normal vanilla living in modern society. Like, can you not for a fucking second understand that a person doesn't see things the same as you? Is that possibility not anywhere on your radar?
But then, I start seeing entire movements and successful corporate endeavors built explicitly around this ignorance-fueled tribalism. That, in and of itself isn't entirely unique, but what's been new for me is people remarking about how this is apparently normal, inevitable, and irreversible. Like, "yes, humans are incapable of seeing eye to eye or having civil disagreement. That's how it always has been and always will be." And nobody even seems to fucking consider for a fucking second that people with opposing ideas are anything but the stupidest scum on the planet, and they immediately begin the work of dehumanizing them in obvious ways.
I mean, so far it felt like a predictable outcome of the addictive, divisive and omnipresent tech that nobody seems to be able to peel their faces away from, though I've been caught off guard by just how deeply it's twisted people's personalities. And I mean people I've known for decades and have deep bonds with... Their entire personality has been manipulated and they'll make statements about other humans, about how fucking shit they are for one reason or another, with zero information. And fucking God forbid you point out that a person doesn't have enough information to make such a claim. You'd think I was murdering babies in their living room.
This latest development for me has been people I look up to, and have built nontrivial parts of my worldview on the ideas or opinions from... Some of them are famous, some are just people I know and look up to... But SO many of them seem to be revealing themselves to have simply stupid ideas about the world and other people in it, that approximate some of those same dehumanized views. Just stating ignorant and trivially disprovable ideas about other people, groups of people, classes of people, countries. Like, literally middle-school levels of ignorance.
I'm starting to come to the conclusion that the the human race as a whole is actively and aggressively dehumanizing its own idea of itself, generally to make money without really knowing why, but also to hide from every scary reality about existence that each member of this fucking doomed species has historically dealt with in far more reasonable ways, but now appears to not have the balls to come to terms with even a bit. Like, hating has become the escape hatch for thinking about the reality that you're imperfect and are going to die one day.
And tell me what you hung on your bedroom walls. Me? Aces High Iron Maiden poster and Samantha Fox.
I was chilling on my couch today and caught a glance of our VHS collection - and it felt like such a time capsule of not only the 90s but who I was in that moment. Film nerd, 120 minutes fan, musical lover, and so on… who still has their VHS collection? Does your shelf take you back? The hand written ones are the best. #vhs #timecapsule #movies
Did you always try, but failed miserably, to try licking the whole Tootsie Pop to get to the Tootsie Roll center?
What would you pick to see if you could go back and watch one for the first time?
I was on another Reddit page and something someone said reminded me of how different smoking culture was when we were growing up and that it hasn’t been that long since it changed.
A few things:
smoking sections don’t work😂 It’s funny as the smoke goes everywhere. I can remember being on airplanes and people could still smoke. At this point you couldn’t smoke in your seat anymore, you would go to the back of the plane and they would close the curtain when people were smoking, like that did anything.
We could smoke in front of our school in the 90s and nobody looked twice. Cigarettes cost 1.85 and the would sell them to anyone
In late 90s I used to work in a restaurant where we would smoke at a table while we were working when it was slow.
I worked in an office in manhattan in 2000 and they would let the 2 IT people smoke in their office if the closed the door. It was so smoky.
The change from what was socially acceptable to unacceptable about smoking was rapid during the 00s. By 2010 most of what I mentioned above was no longer socially acceptable in many states. I remember going to Texas around 2010 and being shocked ppl could still smoke in bars. My hair smelled horrible.
My niece is 4 and the other day we could smell smoke from the neighbors bbq and she said it’s probably someone smoking cigarettes. I found it funny because I suspect there are plenty of small children who have no idea what a cigarette is as you rarely see people smoking where I live. The only reason she knows is because her great grandmother is a smoker.
I can't be the only one raised that my birthday is just another day. It was acknowledged but no party or hubbub. My wife doesn't understand why I go to work like any other day. She thinks I should take the day off and celebrate. How about you all ?
During the 70s, my family never had new cars, but we went through a stream of Dodge Darts, Dusters and numerous Plymouth Furies. I found a pix of me as a kid in one of them, and the inside of the car looks cavernous.
What I remember about being inside of these cars are the enormous bench seats, the weird lap belts where the metal latch could get hot as hell from the sun, the huge metal glove box that could fit Al Capone’s body, the sound of the high/low beam foot switch being rhythmically hit by my Dad as cars passed, the shitty crackly AM radio, the ashtray, the fucking ashtray, and the coolest thing for me: the turn signal indicators mounted on the hood that faced the driver so they remembered to turn them off.
I also remember that if you sat in the back seat with a sibling you could hold the door handle and as the car hit a specially sharp turn you would use gravity and your own evil mind to launch your body as hard as you could and slide across the vinyl bench seat to body slam your victim.
All the while screaming, and then protesting, that the road made you do it; it wasnt you. And who wore seatbelts anyway. Were there backseat belts? I forget.
The front bench seat profile was also low enough that my Dad could keep his left hand on the steering wheel and reach around with his right arm and slap you and growl “Knock it off or I’ll knock your heads together.” Or “You pull a stunt like that again and I’ll…”
Anyways… just thinking bout it. With the oil crisis and gas crunch and the intro of these tiny imports, these big old gas guzzling dinosaurs hit the junkyards pretty fast I guess. But it was fun as hell as a kid to be in em
