Also, car seats in the 70s:
The last thing you want in a car accident is one whole baby flying into the front seat area.
I remember being maybe 6 and napping on the “shelf” between the back seat and rear glass if my parents’ boat of a Cadillac. Not like there were seat belts to keep me in place.
Sliced clean in three
The brand new safety baby yeet-n-slice-inator 2000, get yours now!!
As if anyone used car seats. Most people didn’t use the seat belt.
You didn’t need much since your car was 6000 pounds of solid steel that would go right through a house without you even feeling it.
Your parents didn’t just stuff you in the back window?
Also, house seats in the 20s:
I remember whenever you went to a sit down restaurant you had to tell the person seating you if you wanted smoking or non-smoking. As if it mattered lol.
Our favorite restaurant* growing up had a little corner with like 3 tables as the non smoking section. We’d go there because my kindergarten teacher and her husband owned it.
*Bar that served food
People are still doing “Nobody:” memes? They don’t even make sense. This would be improved 100% by removing the “Nobody:” line.
Nobody:
Absolutely no-one:
CrayonRosary: Nobody and no-one suck!
Imo they are trying to set the tone.
I would go with “meanwhile” personally
Meanwhile… decades in the past? Still doesn’t make sense.
Meanwhile… at the Hall of Justice…
Yeah I guess this post would be the one situation where nobody would work better
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This was my grandma man. She died at 98 smoking until the very end. She used to drive a 1972 Lincon Continental I would ride in the back seat with no chair or seat belt as she chain-smoked filterless Camels and spit dip into a Styrofoam coffee cup.
Edit: I called Camels “cowboy killers” but those were Marlboros and that’s what my mom smoked. Grandma didn’t dig filters because “that’s how you get cancer.”
To be fair back in those days I believe filters were made containing asbestos. Your grandma was a smart cookie!
Edit: This was actually the 50s
Grandma didn’t dig filters because “that’s how you get cancer.”
That was true for a time. I think it was the 50’s when cigarette companies were using asbestos for their filters.
I think that was actually some other horrible lung disease.
Living to 98 is pretty darn impressive for a smoker
Yeah, she was a tough old woman. She was the exception to the smoking rule for sure. She chain-smoked, dipped, and drank whiskey all day lol out lived two husbands and one child.
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There’s all these iconic photos of Walt Disney where he’s pointing at stuff with a two finger point. I’ve heard that some within the company say that this is the example by which their resort employees always use the two finger point to direct guests.
In reality, he was holding a cigarette and the photos have been airbrushed. He died of lung cancer in 1966. Pointing with two fingers is just seen (kind of universally across cultures) as being non-accusatory. Like, say you saw someone talking to someone else and you cannot hear them (or it’s in a language you don’t understand); they’re pointing with one finger in your direction, you may be inclined to think they’re talking about you. If they’re using the two finger point, you’re less likely to think that… it’s the same for airliner flight crew.
I’m a former cast member, can confirm. During Traditions (company culture and job orientation/training), they’re taught to point with two fingers for exactly the reason you point out, and Walt Disney is shown pointing like that in the slides. They don’t tell you, but most people eventually figure out, that there’s a cigarette photoshopped out of his fingers.
Traditions! That’s what it’s called! Couldn’t for the life of me remember.
Where’d you work? I was a monorail pilot down in Orlando.
I was in DAK Dinoland attractions for a while and then I worked in merchandise for a few years in the same park. A friend of mine was a monorail pilot around 2008 or so. Were you in the college program?
College program in 06, seasonal transportation car member for two years after that.
That’s an interesting insight into human behavior that I never thought of.
I remember a long time ago, I was at Boston South Station with my then-girlfriend. We were looking at a monitor on the wall trying to spot when our train home would come in, and I pointed at it to show her.
A nearby homeless woman then informed me that it’s unpolite to point. That always stuck with me. She was standing right in front of the screen…but now I know, I should’ve used two fingers.
Pointing with two fingers is just seen (kind of universally across cultures) as being non-accusatory.
womp, citation needed. not to be a downer but this would be waaaay way too interesting if true to let it be said without some grounds
Sorry, was drunk when writing that. Meant it to be implied that this is what companies tell their employees about why they do it.
Straight up my parents did this all the way into the early 2000s
They really didn’t give a fuck about other people
I was thinking the other day about how in my 80s childhood that we were taught to avoid “dirty old men”. Like nobody did anything about men preying on children, they just told you to avoid them. We had a neighbour growing up who had lost his teaching job for exposing himself to his students, and he also exposed himself to several other people in the neighbourhood, and did a lot of other creepy antisocial things (like abduct my cat and dump her outside of town, or put a sandwich bag over her head), and yet I was sent to piano lessons with his wife, where sometimes he would wander into the room in his underwear. If that was someone today he’d be on a sex offender list and in jail, but my parents thought it would be rude not to send me there for lessons.
We also had a guy who roamed around naked in the woodlot behind the grade school. I thought it was an urban legend and then I saw him myself one day when I was crossing the bridge overhead.
I remember my parents having guests. Everyone smoking.
There was so much smoke that it pushed the clean air down and made a distinct separation.
There was about 2 feet of clear air at the floor.
I don’t think we could have made the progress with smoking in the US now like we did back then. Would have turned into a partisan issue about freedoms and all that.
Oh, there were plenty of people throwing a fit about it back in the 90s too. The only difference is no one had social media to go find one another and rile each other up. The few foaming at the month couldn’t shout loud enough. You should have heard my bio dad at the time frothing he couldn’t walk into the grocery with a lit cigarette. Apparently the communists had won.
Still that way when I was a baby in the 90s, and when my niece/nephew were coming up in the early 2000s their mom would smoke while nursing them
Ah, yes, the beekeeper pacification technique.
Image won’t load for me and I desperately want to know what it was lol
The direct link from that: https://media1.tenor.com/m/DzphccF2s5QAAAAd/dance-bee-keeper.gif
(I’m not saying it’s worth the click, just providing an answer - the joke relates to a device called bee smoker that average beekeepers use to pacify the bees before robbing them, tho a lot of them don’t use it)
Ha! Nice.
Yeah, my buddy’s a vegan bee keeper who won’t use smokers
Using honey isn’t vegan as it comes from an animal. Your buddy sounds like a vegetarian.
This is what my mom drove in the 80s-90s.
This is where i would lie down…
Dang, was your mom single then? (I’m on my way inventing a time machine).
I had a similar experience in the 90s, but with a non-cool car - parents bought a TV & to fit it in a tiny car they had to put the back seats down … which left the trunk for me (in a 5-door car, but still, highway speeds, and when I pointed out the safety issues they just said to hold on to a seatbelt … ?).
The same parents ultra-terrified of me getting in a car accident with anyone (because others are terrible drivers), and to this day terrified I’ll crash my car each and every time Im in it … the patents that totaled a few cars vs me never in an accident and almost keeping up with professional kart racers (well, ““almost””, and even that on my best few laps before ahdh starts fighting me entering a corner).
Oh, and also the same parents I have to buy tires for against their will & have a few fights with to get them changed.What was this car again? I remember this.
87 Mazda rx7
Nobody:
My parents ,much of my family, as well as most of their friends smoked indoors, in their cars, and even in restaurants. Despite living in near poverty for parts of my childhood, they chain smoked cartons of cigarettes a week. Must have been expensive.
I wish I could say that they stopped smoking, but no. The worst part for them isn’t even the fact that they know that it has taken at least a decade or more off their lives. It’s the realization at how much they are missing out on near the end of their lives and how difficult it is living with debilitating health issues from smoking. They simply cannot do what other people their age take for granted.
And to the title of the post: Yes, I was the kid in the car while my parents chain smoked cigarettes. Sometimes they rolled the windows down, though I’m not sure if that was better since it meant the ashes and red hot “cherry” would inevitably come flying back in and smack me in the face.
Remember how everything smelled like cigarettes? Like that was the smell of the 80s.
Where I live, the indoor smoking bans started in the early 2000s. Before then, people that went to bars and clubs ended the night smelling like cigarette smoke whether they themselves were smokers or not. Sometimes even eating out at a restaurant would leave you smelling like a smoker. Back in those days, though, I was still so used to it that dealing with it was second nature.
For most of my life the smell didn’t really bother me, but I’ve found that within the past 5 years or so it does.
As a child, I guess I just grew up with it, so it didn’t bug me much. I hated being teased about it at school, which was a regular thing. I also used to hate how the tar would build up on the walls of our house to the point where it would form tear-like patterns. My parents kept an otherwise reasonably clean and tidy house, but for some reason THAT didn’t bother them, so periodically I’d spend a few hours scrubbing our walls to get rid of the stains and cut down on the smell a bit.
This photo could be straight out of my photo album. This looks just like my dad, in hair, beard, clothes, and ciggie.
What’s Donald Duck doing back there
Yes, this!?!
Just what or who wiped which (curly?) part on the curtains to make that pattern?!
Four out of five doctors recommend Marlboro cigarettes. The fifth one would too, if he weren’t currently in the hospital with all this unrelated lung cancer.
