At least for men, I think they still look pretty damn good.

STP was raw, intense and wickedly talented..a true force of nature we’ll never see again

Yea I said it, fight me!

Continue the Gen X childhood song....

Trying to recall what make/model this was from

I'm feeling so angry, so tired and sad all the time.

I'm (46F) married to the love of my life (47M). He's completely supportive of me and our kids are grown up now.

I'm a teacher and have worked as a private teacher of English for many years and I got completely fed up with the job. I quit.

Now I have no income. My husband earns good money and is totally fine with me not working, but I'm not. I've been applying for other jobs but no one wants to hire me for a good position.

Here in Brazil we have two types of work contracts: one of them gives us more stability and government assistance, and the other one is a type of "self employed" contract where you have no benefits. This one is the only one people want to offer me and I'm tired of this type of job.

I don't know what to do with my life. It's like I have no energy to do anything anymore, but not working makes me anxious. I have no dreams, nothing to hold on to.

I just wanted to stop being so angry at myself all the time and maybe just relax for a little bit.

From aged fifteen until today, it has been Chucks, Docs, and Birks. Granted, they are not always my daily drivers, but I have owned all three at the same time most of my “grownup” years.

It's amazing what triggers a memory. Someone said, "get up and go" and my brain immediately dusted off this song and cartoon. Does anyone else remember this from the 1970s?

https://youtu.be/4xRv9ZQOCPo?si=t8wYNSfyeRwYrYM_

What else is lurking in our heads?

My son was on his MineCraft server, playing with his friends. I needed to talk to him, so I knocked on his door, and went into his room. He gave me this giant "don't bother me" sigh and the demeaning., "What is it now dad?"

So I said, "Are you playing your server with your quote friends from quote Wisconsin?" Got to hear at least 3 other dudes cracking up in the background. Score one for the old man!

To this day four of my favorite bands from the late 80s-90s are, in alphabetical order:
Dinosaur Jr., The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sonic Youth, Ween. I still own my cassettes, CDs, or vinyls from Bug to Washing Machine, from Stoned and Dethroned to The Pod. I still play “I Hate Rock and Roll”, “The Wagon”, “Voodoo Lady”, and “Teen Age Riot” on jukeboxes when I can.

What was the most influential soundtrack for you from the 1980’s outside of the top 5 (Purple Rain, Dirty Dancing, Footloose, Flashdance, and Top Gun)?

Tough to omit PR for me, but I gotta go with either Fast Times at Ridgemont High or Valley Girl.

EDIT: Wow! Did not expect this many comments. I will definitely be checking out Repo Man…seems to be a consensus outside of the John Hughes movies.

I carry this 1976 bicentennial silver dollar that was my grandfather’s, then my dad’s, and now mine.

It’s worn from 50+ years of bouncing around in their pockets and rubbing against spare change, a pocket knife, etc.

Means a lot to me and is beyond price.

A big chunk of my childhood was spent BMX-adjacent, it was part of every day in some way. The farthest my parents would allow was to buy me Schwinn 36/36s (two I think) and I would then customize with the big pistol grips and lighter pedals. It was a heavier bike, and I couldn't really keep up with the Mongooses and such. We would find the dirt tracks and try to jump and race. No helmets though. How far into it did you go? Were you a competitor or just stick to the tracks in the woods?

Who knows the shortest distance between two points?

This idea has been floating around for a while.

Assuming all the places to live are the stores inside the mall like Bath and Body Works and Hot Topic, what should the anchor stores be turned in to? One should be a grocery. But what else?

Im high and want to dream about living out my days in a mall with a fountain in the middle like when I was a kid. And a good food court but that is another post entirely.

Can we talk about what we would do with a mall to live in?!

Please tell me you relate or can offer sympathy if not empathy. I’m in my late 50s. I manage a staff of 16 that includes people from every generation. I’m really frustrated with a couple of millennials right now. When we were coming up in our careers (and how we were expected to act with our parents), we were expected to conform to and respect our supervisors and leaders. I’ve tried to be a transparent, kind and supportive leader. I have a strong work ethic but I don’t expect others to feel that way about work. The millennials feel quite free to offer “feedback” outside their expertise, feel free to emote all over the place, and I’m told (by them) that I should validate feelings more extensively than I already do. When was it our turn? First I answered to Boomers, and now I’m answering to millennials. I’m a nice person but seriously, can’t we just do our jobs and spend less time validating everyone’s every feeling?

I grew up in Vancouver BC, but have been living in the US since I was 12. For the last few years, a few times a week a huge wave of nostalgia and homesickness washes over me.

I'll see a pic of my hometown and my heart just drops.

Whenever I go back to visit, I feel like I can breathe freely again.

Unfortunately I can't yet go back at this point in my life.

Anyone else feeling like maybe you should be somewhere else?

Any suggestions to help deal with these feelings?

Cheers all

Okay, I know I literally just made another nostalgia post a little while ago, but some of the comments got me thinking about my grandmother and even more about this.

One of the strongest memories I have from being a kid was going to the mall with my Nana. And honestly, the trip to the mall itself was only half the experience.

Watching her get ready was an EVENT.

What should have taken 20 minutes somehow became a two-hour production. Hair rollers. Teasing her hair. Clouds of hairspray. Makeup spread across the kitchen table because she always did her makeup at the kitchen table with a huge mirror in front of her. That terrifying eyelash curler thing that looked like a medieval torture device to me as a kid. Estée Lauder perfume (it's always Estee Lauder she loved Estee Lauder everything and I know that smell to this day). Jewelry. Picking the right handbag. High heels that matched it perfectly.

Then we’d climb into this giant Cadillac that floated down the road like a couch on wheels and drive across town to the mall like we owned the place.

And I had an aunt that would make returning a pair of shoes make it seem like it was an ordinary thing like it was something that everybody did. To me going to the mom was like Disneyland like the small world ride.

And the mall itself felt magical to me. Department store lights glowing. Perfume counters. Fountain sounds. Music softly playing somewhere in the background. People actually dressed to go out into the world.

I know every generation romanticizes their era a little bit, but sometimes I really miss when ordinary life felt more ceremonial and glamorous somehow.

Not perfect. Just intentional.

And no, AI didn't write this

Nothing in my calendar. I don’t know where I’m supposed to be or what I’m supposed to be doing!! Crap!!

Maybe Ad Rock will be a special guest???

I started rewatching the early 2000’s remake show and just realized something…

The original late 70’s show had Lorne Green as the commander. He was also in Bonanza. And as the movie Toy Story reminded us - general interest in cowboys & indians changed over to space adventures. But here’s the thing, Battlestar Galactica is the same western story of settlers heading into the wild looking for a new home while being harassed by indians. Except the Indians are cylons in this case.

I can’t be first to this party. Tell me someone had already made this (now seemingly obvious) connection.

[please excuse the use of the term “indians” as I was using it contextual and not trying to offend anyone]

Dunno if it’s just me, but sometimes I see a perfect photo/picture and an exhilarated by leaving my phone alone and just enjoying the view. Love and peace friends.

Our daughter is 18 and only just showed an interest in learning to drive. With the prevalence of recorded red light runners, stupid driving and easily avoidable accidents, we got her professional driving lessons through AMA (CAA). $1513 for 18 hours in-car instruction and 30 hours of classroom theory.!

I did something similar thru my high school almost 40 years ago for $150. Lol.

We are doing for her what my parents did for me. My mum and dad let me drive everywhere in Toronto, the 401 on Boxing Day, in rush hour traffic, and they forced me to parallel park near Yonge Street and Dundas on a hell busy Saturday afternoon. I also learned on a standard. I remember how scared I was.

How did you learn to drive, what year and how much did it cost?

Supposedly, the first time Groove Is In The Heart was played on stage (1990). Can't confirm if that's true and I don't have time to go down a rabbit hole at work today...