That was my first thought as well. Kids today have no idea how WILD the 70s were.
I was watching episodes of some of the TV shows I grew up with daytime reruns of (and primetime viewing as well) and I’m left wondering how I’m not more messed up than I already am.
I was a middle-schooler, and my dad could give me a few bucks and a metal can to walk to the nearby convenience store to buy gasoline for the lawn mower and cigarettes for him.
After its toy novelty phase wore off, big veternary pharma coopted the mechanism for feline pill delivery systems. Swords into plowshares, the meds still aren't going into the kitty; but Gen Xers in their 30s at the time of innovation got a whole new vector of despair.
I work on a system that has a nickname shared with this candy. People ask me how meetings about it went and I've been in the habit of trying to describe the extent of the nightmare with phrases like "tasting metal from sucking on a revolver". Now it's made real, with a real candy twist.
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Me : its fine look *puts gun in mouth*
ATF : WAIT
People today:
I was watching episodes of some of the TV shows I grew up with daytime reruns of (and primetime viewing as well) and I’m left wondering how I’m not more messed up than I already am.
-Kurt C
No thanks, hoss, either using it the regular way will make me feel something or nothing will.