@BabyBooey19 wrote:
As an 80's kid I'd prefer squiggly lines and some privacy instead If you know, you know.
@prince wrote:
Or 50s kids. No clue what you're talking about.
@ServiceAward wrote:
@BabyBooey19 wrote:
As an 80's kid I'd prefer squiggly lines and some privacy instead If you know, you know.
Kids today have no idea what we went through!
@maverick1 wrote:
@ServiceAward wrote:
@BabyBooey19 wrote:
As an 80's kid I'd prefer squiggly lines and some privacy instead If you know, you know.
Kids today have no idea what we went through!
I must be really naive. I don't know what squiggly lines + privacy or "what we went through" mean.
I guess I had a good childhood. I will say this...as a child I thought everyone was like me. However, looking back, I realize that there were people had mental health issues continuing up to today. Some had substance abuse, I believe one had borderline personality disorder, another had issues with handling financing, etc. Today there's this "progressive left" disorder that we're slowly correcting from. And the overbearing pandemic.
I'm glad I was raised by a well grounded mother and grandmother. I played outside in the dirt. I wore hand me down clothes. We had little money but good conservative boundaries and values. Looking back, life was grand without smartphones. We could "get lost" yet stay out of trouble.
@ServiceAward wrote:
@maverick1 wrote:
@ServiceAward wrote:
@BabyBooey19 wrote:
As an 80's kid I'd prefer squiggly lines and some privacy instead If you know, you know.
Kids today have no idea what we went through!
I must be really naive. I don't know what squiggly lines + privacy or "what we went through" mean.
I guess I had a good childhood. I will say this...as a child I thought everyone was like me. However, looking back, I realize that there were people had mental health issues continuing up to today. Some had substance abuse, I believe one had borderline personality disorder, another had issues with handling financing, etc. Today there's this "progressive left" disorder that we're slowly correcting from. And the overbearing pandemic.
I'm glad I was raised by a well grounded mother and grandmother. I played outside in the dirt. I wore hand me down clothes. We had little money but good conservative boundaries and values. Looking back, life was grand without smartphones. We could "get lost" yet stay out of trouble.
Back in the day, HBO and Cinemax were scrambled out. I don't know too many guys who were young boys/teens back then who didn't sit on those channels around Midnight waiting...and waiting to see if the scrambled lines would straighten out at just right moment to get a 1.5 second glimpse of a woman's body. Ideally, you were alone.
@maverick1 wrote:
@ServiceAward wrote:
@maverick1 wrote:
@ServiceAward wrote:
@BabyBooey19 wrote:
As an 80's kid I'd prefer squiggly lines and some privacy instead If you know, you know.
Kids today have no idea what we went through!
I must be really naive. I don't know what squiggly lines + privacy or "what we went through" mean.
I guess I had a good childhood. I will say this...as a child I thought everyone was like me. However, looking back, I realize that there were people had mental health issues continuing up to today. Some had substance abuse, I believe one had borderline personality disorder, another had issues with handling financing, etc. Today there's this "progressive left" disorder that we're slowly correcting from. And the overbearing pandemic.
I'm glad I was raised by a well grounded mother and grandmother. I played outside in the dirt. I wore hand me down clothes. We had little money but good conservative boundaries and values. Looking back, life was grand without smartphones. We could "get lost" yet stay out of trouble.
Back in the day, HBO and Cinemax were scrambled out. I don't know too many guys who were young boys/teens back then who didn't sit on those channels around Midnight waiting...and waiting to see if the scrambled lines would straighten out at just right moment to get a 1.5 second glimpse of a woman's body. Ideally, you were alone.
A borrowed Playboy mag was easier to acquire than a scrambled signal with hope.