Remember when dogs had the decency to produce shit that turned nice and white when it dried out? So much easier to avoid stepping in it.
And we weren’t concerned about keeping them on a leash, let them roam freely and chase kids around. And they could poop anywhere they had a mind to and nobody picked it up.
Not sure if this was mentioned yet but I would love to be able to sit in my nice warm car on 10 degree day and let someone else pump my gas like we did in the Good Old Days.
What I remember about the Good Old Days, which we will also call “The 50’s”, is that there were a lot fewer people, and those people all had jobs. Where I lived, everything was bland and limited, and marketed in a simple plain style. Names of things were descriptive in an unimaginative way, like Smith’s Drug Store, and they were completely explainable. Clothes were dowdy and conservative, everyone had a uniform of sorts, and ice cream came in vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and rocky road, period. There were very few ideas entertained in the marketplace of ideas, which was in itself an as yet uninvented concept.
I don’t think it was good or bad, except the many fewer people, which was an unmitigated Good. I’m not nostalgic for it (except for the fewer people), but neither do I feel inclined to mock it.
Someone doesn’t understand the thread.
And another one.
See above comments about everyone smoking
While the concept has roots in the 1600s, the phrase was first used in 1953:
However, the more precise metaphor of a marketplace of ideas comes from the jurisprudence of the Supreme Court of the United States. The first reference to the “free trade in ideas” within “the competition of the market” appears in 1919 within US Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.'s dissent in Abrams v. United States .[7] The actual phrase “marketplace of ideas” first appears in a concurring opinion by Justice William O. Douglas in the Supreme Court decision United States v. Rumely :[8] “Like the publishers of newspapers, magazines, or books, this publisher bids for the minds of men in the market place of ideas.”[9]
I remember when you could lay out under the blazing sun for hours and never worry about skin cancer.
While taking products that enhanced the effects of UV rays.
Men too if they wanted to poop. Not quite equal opportunity, but near there.
Drive-in theaters had playgrounds so little Bobby and Cindy could run around in the night air in their pajamas, playing on metal swing sets while Mom and Dad sat in the car watching the movie…but not the kids.
How many parents drove off leaving the children still playing on the monkey bars?
Guilty. I smoked when I was younger. My brother still smokes. About 3 packs a day. His stench follows him like pig-pen. I’m kinda stunned he’s still alive.
That REALLY pissed me off. People are getting better. About 20 years ago following some people through my quaint historic mountain town, the assholes in front of me through trash out the window. Was all I could do to not run them off the road.
No adult ever told us kids it was a bad idea to ride our bikes behind the Mosquito Man in the 50s and 60s, so we did. And, by gum, we liked it!
The Mosquito Man wasn’t a man who looked like a mosquito (that would be cool), nor a mosquito the size of a man (that would be scary)—it was a man who drove a truck around neighborhood roads, spraying a large volume fog of DDT from a hose on the back of the truck. A fog so thick you couldn’t see your buddies riding right beside you. Good times!
DDT = Toxic? Bah, humbug.
… installed directly on top of an aging asphalt parking lot where most of the tar had been sun-baked out of the pavement and the remaining surface was a bed of rigid, sharp gravel.
Good times, good times.
Chester the … projectionist used to pick up any stray kids at the end of the night. Nothing to worry about there either.
I bow to the wisdom of the Dope.
Worry is still not obligatory … smart, yes.
I think it had a lot more to do with lack of hegemony by the fast food/hyper-processed food industrial complex. Home cooked meals from basic ingredients were still the norm. Children were kicked outside as soon as their homework was done.
explain the thread please, to the unwitting sinners.
that, and physical work … instead of rolling over in the morning, firing up your notebook and calling it home office …
who of us didn’t e.g. walk quite a distance to school and back ? - cal’s burnt right there!!!
ohh … and going to carnival type of events disguised as african …
Getting to school? Walked miles each way uphill. In Los Angeles’ widely-known chest-deep snow. Year round even.
Summer was better since the face-eating leopards preferred to nap in trees in the afternoon so you only had to worry about them in the mornings. The poo-flinging monkeys OTOH were a risk every day all the time.