Honestly either one sounds right to me, and for me it’s such a minor difference it hardly matters.
I remember “Great big gobs”.
IME, eldest kids are the more outgoing and social, and younger sibling overshadowed by the Great Firstborn. But it’s not a huge difference in numbers.
Damn, I love a good Gibson.
What’s scary about a manicure/pedicure? I wish I could afford them on the regular.
My most recent supervisor was the people who owned the vineyards where I was working back in the mid 1980’s.
If I needed time off, I just told them. I didn’t get paid for days I didn’t come, of course. (If I’d needed way too much time off, they might have fired me; but I took off once for about a week for a family emergency, and they didn’t even ask me what the emergency was. Which was just as well, as I doubt they’d have recognized my parents’ dying cat several states away as a family emergency.)
It doesn’t scare me; but I hate being handled in most circumstances; especially on my feet.
I grew up using and hearing “tiger,” and this was in the 50s. When I was a tween? or early teen? I heard a reference to the “other word.” I certainly never used it.
Technically, my boss at my last job needed to approve all time off requests. I never once got a denial, however, so it was pretty much the same as me telling him I was going to be gone.
“Great big gobs” is what I remember, but I couldn’t tell you anything beyond the first line.
@eschereal, is that referring to “eeney meeney miney moe”? If so, I caught a tiger by the toe, not the tail. Of course I did hear it with the other word, but that was not how I first learned it.
Yeah, maybe it was toe, because the does rhyme. Oops. Oh well.
I remember the last bit as:
French fried eyeball rolling down the toilet seat (rhyming with birdies’ feet)
Oops, I forgot my spoon,
But I’ve got my straaaaaaaw.
This is more what I feel that the trope reflects. In my experience (self, friends, co-worders) a first time parent is likely to be more severe (HUGE generalization I know) with their child, which can and does (although by NO means exclusively) lead to leading a somewhat more constricted childhood. By the second and later, there is far more benign neglect, which often leads to a less restrained childhood and personality.
Again, not a absolute, but a general trend that probably informs the trope.
As for the tiger reference, being a bit younger, I never heard the version that is gently hinted at. Of course, I also grew up in southern NM which was around 70% Latino, 29% Anglo, and 1% everything else, so it also probably depends on your childhood demographics.
I heard the non-tiger version, but it wasn’t in favor.
How about if you were physically unable to cut your own toenails? That’s what eventually happened to everyone old I know.
I don’t like my cuticles pushed or whatever the hell they do.
I’ve never heard the non-tiger version in the wild. I never knew it existed until I was in my mid-thirties, and Raleigh is the furthest north I’ve ever lived.
Same (minus the Raleigh part). I have no reason to doubt that the other version exists but the first time I heard about it was on the internet talking about past rascism.
The time off question:
There is no asking permission per se. Our time off policy is laid out in our contract. A certain number of people per shift are allowed off. If we are already down to minimums for a particular day you’re out of luck. If the day is open you don’t have to ask permission but you need a supervisor to put the time in the computer. I am a supervisor so I can put in my own time off. There are exceptions for the minimum levels for things like illness and deaths in family.
I’ve never had a pedicure. I probably should and maybe I will some day. No need for a manicure.
I’m 65. Ideally I’ll be able to cut my own toenails until I die. I’ve considered workarounds, like using a sanding wheel on my Dremel.
Ditto. I grew up in the northeast. We used to use that rhyme to pick people for teams and stuff, and it always seemed totally innocent to me until i was an adult and read about the variant.
Well, I’ll fess up, I grew up in Texas in the 60s/70s, and that variant was not only common, it was done largely without reflection. Really awful.
Women wanna be sticky?
I, too, grew up with “great green gobs…” but i voted “globs” as close enough.
Actually, no commercial is going to make me want to go out and buy some sticky makeup; because I don’t buy makeup, sticky or otherwise.
But I very much doubt that the commercial, as described, would make me want to buy the stuff if I did buy makeup.
– oh, somebody’s posted the commercial. Maybe I’ll go look. – I have done so; so I suppose I should have voted yes I want to see it – except that having seen it, I wish I hadn’t seen it. Have voted “other” on that last one. And, even if I did buy makeup, that commercial would make me run away from that stuff.
– I now don’t remember whether it was gobs or globs. But I’m pretty sure they were big ones.