nothing was banned in our house. except actual swearing or hitting by real people. video games were pong when I was growing up. However, there were things like Mad magazine. which my parents didn't buy.( mostly like because it was Junk- my parents don't swear) ( really you have to hear my father spit out the word Junk and Nummy - meaning a person with a numb or no brain. really - these are vicious words) I am sure I could have used my money to buy it if I wanted it, but the neighbors got it.
ION, I need to leave for work now.
Beverly, would you mind horribly if I copied your post and showed it to my dad?
Not a bit! There was more, but I cut it back, about the play of muscle under the skin and the obvious feel for structure and function, but an overlay of, for lack of a better word, imagination that goes beyond mere structure and function...
Use what you think he'd like. I'm so glad I had the chance to see the pieces, and for the time to really sink into them a bit.
"No, Angel started out after Buffy on Tuesdays, and only moved to Wednesday after Buffy switched networks..."
Remember when it used to follow 7th Heaven on Mondays? Good times...
I was able to watch pretty much anything I wanted. I remember being a pre-teen and watching the
North and South
miniseries. I went to stay at a friend's house during one of the nights it was on and the mother of said friend was mortified that my mom let me watch it. I can't remember if she let me watch the night I was there or not... On the flip side, that mom was really into PBS and reading and Culture where my parents weren't so much so I loved it. She used to take us to the library all the time. It was like a treat to me.
Oh, and Ms. Pac Man all the way. The GF and I have been considering purchasing the Ms. Pac Man cocktail table game. If we did, we'd prob never leave the house.
There's a Ms. Pac Man cocktail table game? Linky?
I read Roots (after seeing the miniseries) when I was in 5th grade. My friends thought I was a geek, but the teachers were cool with it. I had some questions for my parents regarding the childbirth and rape scenes, but was able to handle the rest of the book with no problems. Much better experience than my attempt at reading Gone with the Wind two years earlier (I was waaay too young for that one).
I don't remember my parents making rules against TV shows, as much as not making TV watching at night a norm. We had early bedtimes -- I don't think I was allowed up past 9 p.m. until middle school -- and there was only one TV, and we didn't have cable or a VCR until I was 10. So I watched cartoons, "The Facts of Life," "The Cosby Show" and "A Different World," and that was about it until I was 12 or 13.
My knowledge of 80's TV sucks as a consequence.
(The only movie I remember my mom specifically banning was "Dirty Dancing." Yet I saw "Mannequin," which is both vulgar and very bad, about 10 times. Go figure.)
Some Harry Potter insanity... a fan is bitter because she was not allowed to open the box and get the first book, which should have been her right because she had the best Potter costume at the bookstore.
[link] (no spoilers.)
Showed up at seven, in full costume for a nine am release. Devoted no? I was one of the few to dress up, and I was the best-dressed. I'm not being vain, I honestly had the most detailed and accurate costume there.
We were told in line, that the best-dressed person in line gets to open the box and have the first Half-Blood Prince book. So, I'm a shoo-in, aren't I?
WRONG.
Fucking moo brings her bratty sprog in at 8:59am dressed in a generic Kmart cape with stars and glitter and fucking gaudy BLAH. Twig for a wand.
OMG WITTLE PWESHUS SO CUTE OMG YOU CAN OPEN THE BOX AND HAVE THIS BOOK YOU CAN'T READ AND *fawning fawning, blatant breederism etc*
THE FUCKING KID WON'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS. THE BOX OPENING WAS MINE. MIIIIINE.
I wouldn't have minded if someone had said "Oh look Sass, you are best-dressed but would you mind if this land-mine amputee opened the box instead?" I would have said "Absolutely no problem. Go for it." But no. FUCKING CROTCHDROPPING GETS THE HONOUR. I'm furious. On principle of course, not out of any sense of entitlement. Well yes, entitlement also. But I WORKED FOR IT, I DESERVED IT.
more at the link....
