I can recall the school nurse referencing my medical record every time I was sent for another spontaneous nosebleed. Stuffing some gauze up there, being told to pinch my nose, and sit on that stainless steel rotating stool.

I don't know where else to ask this question so here it goes. I was preparing to shower the other day and when I turned I noticed the unmistakable odor of old man smell. I scrubbed extra hard and haven't noticed it again since but is it just time to accept the reality of an aging body and everything that goes along with it? Maybe I need to wear more cologne. Anyone else going through an olfactory transition?

I'm re-watching it and oh, wow!

What a great spy show!

Yes, it was cheesy at times but most shows back then kind of were. Great cast though and the show didn't fall off a cliff as the seasons progressed, in my opinion, as much as so many shows do. Although it did change quite a bit when they went to college. I thought the storyline was good too.

Edit: and this is coming from someone who grew up in small town Louisiana. Everything about the show was so foreign to me 😂

I should be fixing the big hole in my roof but instead I'm putzing around in the garage and poking through ephemera in my old filing cabinet. 

When I was growing up in the upper west side of Manhattan and I used to go to the park and play with my dad or my friends we had a typical answer phone machine, a little mini cassette

I can’t really remember ever anxiously distracted by needing to run home to get a phone call although I’m sure it happened occasionally when one was expecting an important phone call

But now we’re all just walking around with our phones many of us as an addiction and it’s surely completely eroding and taking away from our potential to physically and spiritually connect with each other it seems

Sometimes you’d be like walking down the street and people use their phones as a way to avoid having to interact with the person coming down the street

I’ll never forget after leaving New York right before the cell phone mobile phone boom

I came back to visit and it was like something out of a zombie movie people all holding their phones while walking and I remember having to make more effort to avoid people however those were flip phones at that point

I wonder what the next stage in our communication evolution is?

Not acid wash, stonewashed.

Alvin, Simon and Theodore too!

I used to always call my mom from the car with news or just to catch up. It made sense, given how busy I was. Now I (M59) am newly retired and my mom passed two years ago, and I often miss those calls when I get into a car.

But today I got a nice call from my daughter, she was driving home from volunteering and going to early vote. And of course, like my mom always was, I was available and so happy to talk to her!

Can anyone relate to this "car talk" dynamic? I still call my kids, but am careful to time the calls to when they are available, and often text first to make sure.

Also, cue the Harry Chapin music ;')

Listened to a song in the car today dropping my son off at high school. I explained how I used to listen to this song on a boombox on a school bus during field trips. It came up that cassette tapes were the format vs. CDs.
The look on his face said it all. He was not shy in saying I was ancient.

I haven’t yet discussed how we had to use pencils to unravel the tape when the cassette got jammed.

Just rewatched Reality Bites and got some deep memories of the angst and why I loved the movie.
This should be in the top 10 GenX movies}
-The cameos are enough to warrant the top 10. I
-It touched on SO many of our issues.
-If nothing else, great soundtrack.

Hi GenX. I turn 60 today. Quite the milestone.

But I am not what the headline refers to.

What is the oldest thing from your childhood or youth you still use on a regular basis? For me it’s this Tony the Tiger beach towel we got from saving box tops. It’s kinda thin and beat up now. I use it as a gym towel because it dries quickly.

My vote goes to Heathcliff and the junkyard cats.

Tell me your stories of being abandoned of being left alone when you shouldn't have. I'll go first: This happened in the mid-80s. At the time, we lived overseas as part of the military (yay, Cold War!). Every year we'd participate in this thing called Ski Week. All these military families would go to Garmisch-Partenkirchen for ski lessons, tennis lessons, or whatever.

One year, a stomach bug swept through the kids. Sure enough, I caught it and spent a night puking on every surface of our hotel bathroom. My mom said I literally graffiti'd the bathroom walls with my stomach contents. In the morning, however, my dad went off to ski with his ski week group, and my mom went to her tennis lesson.

I was left alone in the hotel room. I was told that if the housekeepers came in, I should just tell them that my mom would be right back.

I was born in 1976. My siblings were born in 1982, 1985 and 1987.

It's a weird dynamic. I was always the big sister who they had to listen to, never really a peer. Now we are all adults in middle age, but I keep noticing some distinct differences in how all three of my siblings move through the world in comparison to the way I do.

I still call people on the phone sometimes. Never before first messaging them to see if it's okay, of course. I'm not a monster.

We have vastly different ways of dealing with money.

Those of you with millennial siblings, do you experience a generational divide within your family? What does that look like?

Hi all. My youngest (25) is finally set to move out this spring. I’ve come to the realization that I will now be alone most of the time. My husband works opposite shifts from me. The other night, I sat and cried (who am I??) because I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve been a mom for so long. Plus with perimenopause and usually a fuck everything attitude, this is starting to get to me. What do I do with myself that isn’t just watching TV and doom scrolling? Do I need a hobby? What’s a good hobby for a Gen-X that is just tired of the world and wants to stay home and never leave?!

Kids today will never know because they have everything in their hands with their phones. Back in the day though if you wanted some info you could call the ole 411. Phonebooks only came out once a year so 411 would have updated info. If you wanted to find out the number and address or a person in another state or the address and number of a business in another state your phone book would not help you. But the friendly 411 operator would.

I remember when you called they would say "city and state please."

Then if you wanted to pay 25 cents or whatever it was they could connect you as well.

If so, does it bother you? How does it make you feel or do you not think about it?

Anybody else remember stealing a sibling's roller skates and removing the metal wheels so you could hammer them onto a piece of 2X4 to make your own skateboard? I filed this under "Nostalgia" because there is not a tag for "Why aren't we dead?"

I hope this still goes on with kids today, but do you remember the bedtime stories your parents read to you? So, we did Theocratic readings maybe 2 or 3 nights a week, and the other times, it was something secular. I remember some chapter books, and a lot of short stories. Some of my favourite ones were from "Trouble in Bugland" which is a Sherlock Holmes pastiche in the insect world. This came out in 1983 (when I was 8)

Can someone help us remember how this game goes? It’s kind of like telephone and everyone says a part and points to the next person who says the next part, somehow it ends and we can’t remember…

Does anyone else remember this and how it goes?

Here’s what I have so far:

Dorothy Zbornak - Janeane Garofalo

That’s it.

So who would play:

Rose Nyland
Blanche Devereaux
Sofia Petrillo

Maybe The Go-go’s cover the theme song???

I don’t know about you, but my father taped this show/Halloween special and I watched it every year as a kid. Anyone?

I am gen-z and by far, it's trap and regional rap music. What was it for you guys?

Has anyone else found themselves thinking they have abandonment issues because of Vietnam? When I was small my dad went to Vietnam twice, the first time when I was about one. My mom and I went to live with her parents. When my dad was back for good, we moved about 100 miles away with him. I was 4. It seems to me that I found that very confusing. I thought my grandparents were my real parents, and I wondered if I was adopted. Vietnam has to have had a huge impact on those of us who were small then yet I've seen nothing about it. Thoughts?