I think you and I are of the same generation, and hooded sweatshirts weren’t called “hoodies” when we were growing up. I don’t know when the term was coined - I *think *my first exposure might have been the Trayvon Martin case- but Adam Sandler was still referring to his “Red Hooded Sweatshirt” in 1997. And “hoodie” does sound like baby-talk.
At 56, following a year of retirement from teaching, I learned that I actually don’t hate teenagers. I hate groups of teenagers.
Shama-lama-ding-dong
I was in 4th or 5th grade before I realized African-Americans celebrate Christmas too. :smack: I grew up in a rural small town, had no Black classmates* or friends, and every TV show I watched would have the token Black family celebrate Kwanzaa in the holiday episode just like the token Jewish family celebrated Hanukkah.
*My elementary school even did a play where Martin Luther King Jr was played by a white boy wearing brown makeup. :eek:
I had been married a few years, so in my 20’s when I realized that it is not a rule that you have to cut the slab of raw bacon in half before you fry it. I had always seen my mom do that when she was cooking breakfast for my dad. So I did the same thing until one day she told me that she only did that because she used a small cast iron frying pan and a whole slice of bacon wouldn’t fit in it lengthwise!
I was at an embarrassingly adult age when I finally figured out that those “no standing” signs posted along curbs referred to cars. It never occurred to me that a car could “stand.” I just thought it was a rule against a pedestrian stopping their walk and, well, standing there. I always scoffed at such a rule. “Yeah, like some cop is watching to see if I stop walking and come give me a ticket? Bwahahahaha!”
I could see a rule against loitering. But…standing?
Now I know.
The same is true with fitted bed sheets. The corner with the label goes in the lower right. Or is it the lower left? I can never remember (until I try the second time).
I was in my late 20s when I finally realized that Rhode Island is not an island. Ironically, I now live really close to it.
Well to be fair there is an island, Aquidneck Island, in the state of Rhode Island that was called “Rhode Island” by the founder of the state, Roger Williams. So don’t feel too bad.
Indeed, the original name of the colony was “Rhode Island and the Providence Plantations”; the Providence Plantations presumably being the mainland.
I think animals in general are much smarter than we give them credit for. Took awhile for me to figure that out, too.
I was pretty old when I learned animals can also have intellectual deficits. Doesn’t mean I don’t love them to distraction. I’m just more watchful and careful. Now if I can just get me a handicap sticker for when I park at the vets office.
They are called ‘Labs’ for short.
^^^IDK, I have a fairly dumb Beagle and a virtual imbecile for a Yorkie. I’ve not had any experience with Labs. My cats on the other hand are geniuses.
Well…
Just yesterday I put a brand new set of sheets on our bed. On the old set, the label was on the lower right. With the new set, I assumed it was the same, but the fitted sheet wouldn’t fit right. It turns out that with this set, the label is on the lower left.
So I guess it’s not universal.
Feel the seam at the neckline. The back will be noticeably thicker. This makes it easy to put on shirts in the dark.
TIL that Rhode Island was founded by a pianist.
It wasn’t 'til I was in my 50s that I realized that flatulence is almost as reliable an indicator of the need for a BM as the typical physical feeling. And sitting upright on the toilet, with your legs straight in front, feet flat on the floor, can make things flow easier (but not always - YMMV). Lastly, a good BM can give you a short-lived burst of energy.
When I was a child, my grandmother was known to me as “Nana”. I thought that was her name until about age 12, when her first name came up in a game we were playing.
Fast forward a few decades, and I’m in my mid-40s when I came to realize “Nana” was not unique to my family. It was an extremely common nickname for grandmothers everywhere. :smack:
I am very un-technically-minded, and – rather to my shame - a bit incurious about technology in general.
There’s the joke, trading on the old libel that Irish people are stupid: about the Irishman who was highly impressed / amazed at the power stations in his country, fuelled with turf / peat – “Glory be to God, how is it they manage to turn turf into electricity? Sure, it must be magic…”
Up to the age of about twenty, I was basically much the same as the clueless guy in the joke. The penny had failed to drop for me, that most kinds of electricity-generating stations / plants function by means of making steam to drive turbines round, so as to produce electricity; I just hadn’t thought the thing through, and to all intents and purposes was like the joke guy – might as well have been regarding it, fuzzily, as some kind of magic. It was a conversation with a couple of friends, while looking at a nuclear power station in the distance, which at last woke me up to the fact that it’s “steam to drive turbines” – even if the steam comes from heat via a nuclear process, and its effect on water (IIRC my mental block was particularly strong concerning nuclear power-generation). In this conversation, I didn’t actually tell in so many words, of my moment of enlightenment; but I greatly suspect that from general context, they were aware of the nature of my ignorance-being-fought moment. (They were very tactful about the thing, and didn’t crow over / ridicule me.)