Childhood in the 80s

[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