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i heard this recently..
We now choose what we watch to watch on TV, when i was a kid you had to deal with what you were given. Not many options with 3 channels LOL |
I'm not sure how many Millennials ever had to go up to a pharmacy counter and barely audibly mumble that they wanted birth control pills or condoms.
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when the doctor would actually call you ... like on the phone....
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Sidebar: This reminds me of the Golden Girl's episode where the ladies are going on a cruise and stop by their pharmacy. Of course one of the packages doesn't have a price sticker on it and the clerk at check-out asks for a price check rather loudly and descriptively on the inter-com! |
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Using a dip stick!
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The ability to change your own oil, check/fill tire pressure of even carry a guage. Being able to do one's own tune-up was basic as was the ability to change a flat with anything other than a donut.
Where I grew up, these were skills most anyone knew how to do. It's a car-crazed city for good reason. Drags, Formula One, Nascar, and lots of street racing to fill in the down time. Bet, Millennials can't drift, either. |
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Millennials don't have to deal with the Abortion Underground vs back alley clinic. Where one woman knows a guy who might know of a legit clinic in New York where a woman can get an abortion, but money has to be raised for the info, trip, doctor, and a day's rest before the woman can travel back home to Indiana. All the time, hoping she doesn't hemorrhage en route.
Yes, Millennials, very few states offered abortion services back in the sixties and early seventies, and this IS how a woman got one...scary,eh? |
Putting a penny on the needle so it doesn’t skip........
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Remembering removing the plastic wrap from your first rock n roll album cover... https://img.discogs.com/C6I0Hg5ahXf_...-2885.jpeg.jpg |
hearing your mom ring the dinner bell and racing home on your bike :|
typing on a manual typewriter :typewriter: |
When your mom would call you home for dinner with a shout out the window and the neighbors up and down the street would shout your name to get you home. Growing up in Chicago in the boomer years was a blast.
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