I grew up in a family where my dad did all that shop class stuff daily on a construction site and the message I clearly received, from home and other teachers, was the state required so many hours, so do your time but care about college.

I agree with the point, but the fact is I did have this stuff covered, briefly, in school and personal finance and/or household budget was so far outside my realm of understanding at that point it made no sense.

On the rare occasion I go to any event, living in the middle of nowhere, I’ve started splurging on the higher-end seats. I highly recommend people traveling on vacation or occasionally hitting up a game give it a try—as a stereotypical introvert with an aversion to crowds, it’s really made it more enjoyable for me.

Good points and good questions.

Three guys in a BMW, one guy with a Honda Civic.

I have a relative who is a low-end influencer—mainly makeup and lotions type stuff is always coming to her for free to post review. To reach that point, though, she spent months with these groups of other “influencers” who would pool together to buy give away gifts and then endless like and comment on each other’s…

As a Gen X, I want this to not only be a thing, but someone to invent a time machine and make it retroactive to get back all the money I’ve wasted.

This was quality Kinja.

Same here.

Every year, we have a comedy festival and the headliner is usually some major family friendly sort. Which is okay, because the tickets and concessions from Boomers who don’t want to be made fun of fund a lot of other programming.

I’m amused by the number of outraged comments by people who have legitimate need or use for a pickup that are feeling this is an attack on their character.

Sadly, sitcoms have steered us wrong for all these years.

Just don’t do anything to make Pulisic consider using his one-time switch to go play for Croatia.

I understand your feeling. I had a research opportunity and a student job/internship which were both highly sought after and which I washed out of because I wasn’t willing to commit mind, body and soul to being someone’s serf. I’ve long struggled with the question of how I should have handled it, but 18 year old me…

I was with you until “in 2000" and then I crumbled to ancient dust.

And the thing is, knowing all this, I chased that brass ring so long and so hard I’d jump right back in if an opportunity even looked like it was available.

I think this is a very good question.

I’m also the reason my partner doesn’t live the 1950s era Catholicism of dad’s Catholic school days. Mind you, no one in the family does, despite claims to be so pious, but in this case it’s all my fault. I revel in it, of course.

Judging by my family’s parish priest, the rape of girl children is the fault of the press who are anti-Catholic and won’t let the story go.

“Get out there and get concussed like a man!”