Yeah dad and I seem to be in an eternal circle of feeling sorry for each other. I honestly wish I could get through to him that retracting his comment wouldn’t have changed anything. Part of my ED was from not knowing how to deal with being sexual abused by a neighbor who was close to my age. My dad doesn’t know this…

Now now, it’s called global warming, that can only mean a warm, flat globe!

From your mouth to all parent’s ears. My dad once made a comment about my weight when I was doing high kicks for my tap class - I said I wanted to be a Rockette (I later decided I wanted to be Cyd Charisse, still do...) and he said I needed to lose about 20 lbs. I was ten. I was already self conscious but that brought…

Yes, methinks she’s not told the whole tale of the vexing texting!

Yeah I generally tell visitors not to attempt to park on my street unless they have excellent parallel parking skills and nerves of steel to deal with the traffic coming up behind them as they execute said parallel parking skills.

I guess the trade off is the # of voicemails you get per day versus the # of texts. Most voicemails I get can either be ignored or are shorter than the average text.

I love my smart phone. I would be lost without it. But I hate texting as anything more than short bursts of communication.

Most of my neighborhood is on street parking, with the exception of an oh so tempting parking lot behind a market and pizza place which is for patrons only. It’s never full, so daring folks will occasionally park there (despite the signs) and then call the police because their car was “stolen”. More people need to use…

I’m bad at short form communication. Thankfully with the exception of the most recent guy I’ve dated, previous SOs all preferred face to face conversations or phone calls to texting. Texting is fine for setting plans, etc. but I express myself best when face to face (or voice to voice as it were).

That’s the beauty of voicemail. People getting your away message know you can’t talk right then.

I always give parking info. Basically everything in my neighborhood involves parallel parking with time restrictions for non-residents . I tell people the best areas to snag that are close to my place and don’t entail clock watching or expert level parking skills.

Mine might be an extreme example of: “I’m not texting because I am at work”, but I think her description of his behavior as ‘intolerable’ is a bit over the top.

Ugh I hate “timed texting”. I have a job that doesn’t permit me to have my phone on my desk (security reasons). It’s locked in my desk drawer, in silent mode. I can check it at lunch and once I’m off work.

I blame the 90s, the 60s, and the 30s for my current state of over pluck. I had such lovely normal brows until the whole “waif” look came about. Now part of my morning routine is filling in my nearly nonexistent brows.

Ugh I shudder at the memories of having oil heat. Not only do you get screwed on the oil fill up, but your electric shoots through the roof as well!

Speaking only from my own experience as a white lady gen-xer who grew up watching shows like Good Times, The Jeffersons, 227, and Living Single, I just liked the shows and watched them just as I would Wonder Years, Family Ties, the Golden Girls. A good story is a good story, IMO.

I remember......I had a star and was allowed on the internet at work. Now I’m a forever gray who has to sneak Jez time on my phone.

Yeah, ten years ago I was still older than most of the staff are now......

Yeah if I ever had a partner reduce me to two adjectives, I’d be gone. Sounds like they’d be better off apart and co-parenting (since she apparently does that right).

I wish I could tolerate SSRIs or SNRIs, but my body has other ideas. I can tolerate benzos, so I can manage my anxiety. My doc ultimately would like me to taper off, apparently there’s a link to dementia later in life. I told her that there wouldn’t be a ‘later in life” for me if my anxiety (which fuels my depression)…