Childhood in the 80s

[thcdenton@lemmy.world]

Man I'm glad my mom never smoked

[mintyfresh@lemmy.world]

Man I do miss the red velur/velvet whatever people used to put in cars. I thought it was a nice ascetic.

[dandelion@lemmy.blahaj.zone]

I can smell this meme, and I don't like it

[cubitoom@infosec.pub]

When you get home, she turns on the TV and it's 3/4 of the way through a rerun of the Beetlejuice animated show premier. You hear your mom cough and light another.

[unforeseen@sh.itjust.works]

Lol reminds me of everyone's back seats with all the little (and sometimes not so little) holes melted through from the cigarette embers flying back.

[anticorp@lemmy.world]

Living on the Edge is a completely different song.

[aeronmelon@lemmy.world]

I grew up in the back of a messy station wagon, but at least I wasn’t the kid who grew up in a smelly station wagon.

I can still smell my friend’s car. Was it because of cigarette smoke or did an opossum DIE in there??

[zorsith@lemmy.blahaj.zone]

Hes not even subtle about it. I cant listen to aerosmith anymore, half the damn song lyrics are about how much they like underage sex

[jqubed@lemmy.world]

I rode in an older luxury one (I’m not sure how luxury a Chrysler New Yorker was seen at the time, but it had clearly been a premium model) years later as an adult and it was plush and comfy. Kind of annoying to get in and out of because it really grabbed at your clothes, but I can understand why it was once seen as a luxury feature, especially compared to the vinyl in my dad’s pickup truck!

[whats_your_reasoning@lemmy.world]

No special car seats, either, except for babies/toddlers. I know I used a booster seat when very small, and grew out of it when I was “tall enough to see out the window.” Then a few years later (some point in the mid-90s), the law extended the age that required car seats.

Thankfully I was above the age cut off - I’m pretty sure that after being told I’m “a big girl” and that I “grew out” of my booster seat, I would’ve put up a fight over needing to use one again.

[samus12345@lemm.ee]

So glad neither of my parents smoke, then or now!

[samus12345@lemm.ee]

Same, her or my dad!

[thebat@lemmy.world]

You're halfway there

[grysbok@lemmy.sdf.org]

Oh, no. My mom wouldn't let me watch Beetlejuice because he's a demon.

[sangriaferret@sh.itjust.works]

God it seemed like that fucking song was on a neverending loop for about six months. MTV must have played it once an hour.

[possiblylinux127@lemmy.zip]

Ok boomer

[barbudogrande@lemmy.world]

Try the front seat of a single cab. Cruising highway speeds at 5am with only a slightly cracked window.

Those Newports hit