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This thread has become insane, but oddly enough, I do want to clarity something that I don't think has been mentioned. The age of consensual sex in many if not most states is 16, so legally, a 16 year old girl in Ga, Ma, NJ and many others can have a legal sexual relationship with an adult man of any age, regardless if that's a good idea or not. As long as it's consensual, it's not statutory rape in the many states where the age is 16. Is it a good idea for a 16 year old to date and have sex with a 50 year old? Not imo, but it's legal in many states.

I also don't think it's weird for an older woman to marry or date a much younger man. I had an NP who was 17 years older than her husband and afaik, it worked out fine for them. So, legally, a 35 year old woman can date or marry a 16 year old man in many if not most states. If an older man can date or marry a much younger woman, why not the reverse, especially when women statistically live longer than men?

A close friend of mine, when I was in high school, dated a student teacher. I don't know if they had sex, as premarital sex wasn't very common back in the 60s, but she was 17 and he was in his early 20s and no harm became of it, although it probably wan't a good idea for a student teacher to ask a student to date him. I think I'm the only one she told. I'm adding a link that gives the age of legal age of consent in each state. All you have to do is click on the state and it will give the age when it's legal for consensual sex. It varies from 16 to 18 and I while I didn't count them, it looked as if 16 may have been the most common.

And yes, very young girls do get pregnant. When I worked as one of two nurses in a public health maternity clinic, my youngest patient was 14. One girl was raped, but the rest had consensual sex, mostly with boys their same age. There were also several women who were in their 20s and 30s. Only one wanted an abortion and that was back in the day when abortion was legal in all states and often paid for by the government. I think it was in 1982. Just adding some more unrelated stuff to this way off topic thread for your knowledge.

https://worldpopulationreview.com/state-rankings/age-of-consent-by-state

Now, what the fuck was this stupid thread about and how did it get so fucked up?

Now you can thank me for keeping this thread crazy! :sneaky:
 
That there exists a very wide range in accurate information about sex, sexuality and birth control and issues such as consent. You offered your experiences. I offered my observations.
Okay then.
I personally figured out the mechanics of sex from reading Playboys I found hidden under the sofa of a house where I babysat ( child’s ball rolled under the sofa and I pulled them out after she went to bed).
Hmm. I don't know when I learned the mechanics of sex, it was never forbidden knowledge and I knew that boys have penises and girls have vaginas, and sex is when a boy puts his penis inside of a girl's vagina, and that's how babies get made from a pretty early age. I think if my first exposure to what sex is and how it works came from pornography, that would be really sad and maybe a bit scary. I dunno.
If you had a good experience with your older boyfriend I am happy for you. A couple of girls I went to school with ended up dating guys who were about 28 to their 14. One got pregnant, married the guy and the last I heard they were still married. I suppose that worked out well. AFAIK, she never finished school. Which was a shame, she was quite bright.
Okay, I guess? So far as I can tell, nobody in this thread is advocating that 14 year olds should be dating 28 year olds. Interesting anecdote?
 
That there exists a very wide range in accurate information about sex, sexuality and birth control and issues such as consent. You offered your experiences. I offered my observations.
Okay then.
I personally figured out the mechanics of sex from reading Playboys I found hidden under the sofa of a house where I babysat ( child’s ball rolled under the sofa and I pulled them out after she went to bed).
Hmm. I don't know when I learned the mechanics of sex, it was never forbidden knowledge and I knew that boys have penises and girls have vaginas, and sex is when a boy puts his penis inside of a girl's vagina, and that's how babies get made from a pretty early age. I think if my first exposure to what sex is and how it works came from pornography, that would be really sad and maybe a bit scary. I dunno.
If you had a good experience with your older boyfriend I am happy for you. A couple of girls I went to school with ended up dating guys who were about 28 to their 14. One got pregnant, married the guy and the last I heard they were still married. I suppose that worked out well. AFAIK, she never finished school. Which was a shame, she was quite bright.
Okay, I guess? So far as I can tell, nobody in this thread is advocating that 14 year olds should be dating 28 year olds. Interesting anecdote?
More a different strokes kind of thing. And even dramatically horrible ideas sometimes work out? Honestly, I don’t know. I lost touch with J when she was forced to drop out of school.

Playboy explained erections to me, which had been the gap in my knowledge. I could not figure out how a ( flaccid—the only kind I had seen) penis made it inside. It just seemed awkward and improbable to me.
 
Sounds like Erika Kirk is part Ferengi.
article said:
"Wow, I don't even know where to begin. The fact that we were able to pull off an event of the century is just insane. We had 275,000 people that attended and a stadium overflow," Erika said, in the leaked audio.

She added, "I think we're at like 200,000 for merch sales. Don't quote me on that, cause I think it just keeps like bumping up like crazy. I just wanted to say a huge, huge thank you to the events team, the development team, the graphic design team, and the production team."
 
That there exists a very wide range in accurate information about sex, sexuality and birth control and issues such as consent. You offered your experiences. I offered my observations.
Okay then.
I personally figured out the mechanics of sex from reading Playboys I found hidden under the sofa of a house where I babysat ( child’s ball rolled under the sofa and I pulled them out after she went to bed).
Hmm. I don't know when I learned the mechanics of sex, it was never forbidden knowledge and I knew that boys have penises and girls have vaginas, and sex is when a boy puts his penis inside of a girl's vagina, and that's how babies get made from a pretty early age. I think if my first exposure to what sex is and how it works came from pornography, that would be really sad and maybe a bit scary. I dunno.
If you had a good experience with your older boyfriend I am happy for you. A couple of girls I went to school with ended up dating guys who were about 28 to their 14. One got pregnant, married the guy and the last I heard they were still married. I suppose that worked out well. AFAIK, she never finished school. Which was a shame, she was quite bright.
Okay, I guess? So far as I can tell, nobody in this thread is advocating that 14 year olds should be dating 28 year olds. Interesting anecdote?
More a different strokes kind of thing. And even dramatically horrible ideas sometimes work out? Honestly, I don’t know. I lost touch with J when she was forced to drop out of school.

Playboy explained erections to me, which had been the gap in my knowledge. I could not figure out how a ( flaccid—the only kind I had seen) penis made it inside. It just seemed awkward and improbable to me.
Lol, okay, I can get not understanding erections. That was part of my 5th "health education" class. It was the last year of elementary, but it was the first year that some girls had boobs, and some boys started really paying attention to those girls. It was quite a bit like the South Park "Bebe's Boobs" episode. I feel really sad for one of the girls, Doreen. She came back after the summer with full on c-cups... and it was awkward all around. None of the other girls really knew why Doreen was being treated differently, but it made everything weird. And the boys just kind of acted like monkeys. I imagine she felt very isolated, and I wish I'd been aware enough of the social dynamics to do something and be her friend. As it was, I was always kind of a loner who was more interested in books and puzzles than socializing. As an adult, I look back and I feel a lot of empathy for her, but as a kid I was largely oblivious of anything beyond "people all got weirder than they already were".
 
That there exists a very wide range in accurate information about sex, sexuality and birth control and issues such as consent. You offered your experiences. I offered my observations.
Okay then.
I personally figured out the mechanics of sex from reading Playboys I found hidden under the sofa of a house where I babysat ( child’s ball rolled under the sofa and I pulled them out after she went to bed).
Hmm. I don't know when I learned the mechanics of sex, it was never forbidden knowledge and I knew that boys have penises and girls have vaginas, and sex is when a boy puts his penis inside of a girl's vagina, and that's how babies get made from a pretty early age. I think if my first exposure to what sex is and how it works came from pornography, that would be really sad and maybe a bit scary. I dunno.
If you had a good experience with your older boyfriend I am happy for you. A couple of girls I went to school with ended up dating guys who were about 28 to their 14. One got pregnant, married the guy and the last I heard they were still married. I suppose that worked out well. AFAIK, she never finished school. Which was a shame, she was quite bright.
Okay, I guess? So far as I can tell, nobody in this thread is advocating that 14 year olds should be dating 28 year olds. Interesting anecdote?
More a different strokes kind of thing. And even dramatically horrible ideas sometimes work out? Honestly, I don’t know. I lost touch with J when she was forced to drop out of school.

Playboy explained erections to me, which had been the gap in my knowledge. I could not figure out how a ( flaccid—the only kind I had seen) penis made it inside. It just seemed awkward and improbable to me.
Lol, okay, I can get not understanding erections. That was part of my 5th "health education" class. It was the last year of elementary, but it was the first year that some girls had boobs, and some boys started really paying attention to those girls. It was quite a bit like the South Park "Bebe's Boobs" episode. I feel really sad for one of the girls, Doreen. She came back after the summer with full on c-cups... and it was awkward all around. None of the other girls really knew why Doreen was being treated differently, but it made everything weird. And the boys just kind of acted like monkeys. I imagine she felt very isolated, and I wish I'd been aware enough of the social dynamics to do something and be her friend. As it was, I was always kind of a loner who was more interested in books and puzzles than socializing. As an adult, I look back and I feel a lot of empathy for her, but as a kid I was largely oblivious of anything beyond "people all got weirder than they already were".
I’m older than you and I lived in the north edge of the Bible Belt. Sex education was….laughable? Insufficient for certain. Not supplemented by parents, except when my mother told me that if a boy ever ‘tried anything’ to tell her and not my dad because my father would kill him. Which is on e reason of many I never told when I was assaulted.

But I read a lot and made good use of dictionaries and thesaurus.

My mother insisted I start wearing a bra quite prematurely. I think she was just happy I did something stereotypically ‘girl.’ I wore a lot of sweaters over the mandatory dresses and skirts to hide the bra straps. Boys snapped the straps with complete impunity and I did not want to risk my temper. And fortunately, I was slender, underweight, even so not particularly noticeable. My nose was in a book most of the time, another shield. Kids so easily sort each other into stereotypes And I embraced nerdy bookworm.

I remember the girls in 6th grade who looked 15 or 16 and attracted the attention of boys that age. Or older. Some of them managed to graduate from high school.
 
I’m older than you and I lived in the north edge of the Bible Belt. Sex education was….laughable? Insufficient for certain. Not supplemented by parents, except when my mother told me that if a boy ever ‘tried anything’ to tell her and not my dad because my father would kill him. Which is on e reason of many I never told when I was assaulted.

But I read a lot and made good use of dictionaries and thesaurus.

My mother insisted I start wearing a bra quite prematurely. I think she was just happy I did something stereotypically ‘girl.’ I wore a lot of sweaters over the mandatory dresses and skirts to hide the bra straps. Boys snapped the straps with complete impunity and I did not want to risk my temper. And fortunately, I was slender, underweight, even so not particularly noticeable. My nose was in a book most of the time, another shield. Kids so easily sort each other into stereotypes And I embraced nerdy bookworm.

I remember the girls in 6th grade who looked 15 or 16 and attracted the attention of boys that age. Or older. Some of them managed to graduate from high school.
I think there were a lot of benefits to growing up on a military base and attending elementary and middle schools that were exclusively miltary dependents. One of the biggest benefits was that they were extremely diverse, and learning about different cultures and traditions was an every day occurrence. Another was that I got history lessons that were factual and unbiased.

One of the biggest though was probably the complete lack of tolerance for inappropriate behavior. I recall one boy snapping the aforementioned Doreen's bra strap once... and being promptly called out by Doreen, several other girls, and a few of the boys. The teacher addressed it in front of the whole class and informed us that it was not acceptable and if anything like that happened again, it would result in a trip to the principle's office and a call to the parents. Unlike civilian parents, military parents are far less likely to let something slide if they get a call from the school - it has a reasonable likelihood of reflecting poorly on the parents, and can in some cases result in demotion or punishment for the parent.

I remember being 14, in 9th grade, and having complete grown men hit on me. One guy decided it would be great fun to drive by while I was walking home from school and throw pages from hard-core porno mags at me on his way past. Being a young woman comes with a massive amount of risk and fear, and I wish it were otherwise.
 
I’m older than you and I lived in the north edge of the Bible Belt. Sex education was….laughable? Insufficient for certain. Not supplemented by parents, except when my mother told me that if a boy ever ‘tried anything’ to tell her and not my dad because my father would kill him. Which is on e reason of many I never told when I was assaulted.

But I read a lot and made good use of dictionaries and thesaurus.

My mother insisted I start wearing a bra quite prematurely. I think she was just happy I did something stereotypically ‘girl.’ I wore a lot of sweaters over the mandatory dresses and skirts to hide the bra straps. Boys snapped the straps with complete impunity and I did not want to risk my temper. And fortunately, I was slender, underweight, even so not particularly noticeable. My nose was in a book most of the time, another shield. Kids so easily sort each other into stereotypes And I embraced nerdy bookworm.

I remember the girls in 6th grade who looked 15 or 16 and attracted the attention of boys that age. Or older. Some of them managed to graduate from high school.
I think there were a lot of benefits to growing up on a military base and attending elementary and middle schools that were exclusively miltary dependents. One of the biggest benefits was that they were extremely diverse, and learning about different cultures and traditions was an every day occurrence. Another was that I got history lessons that were factual and unbiased.

One of the biggest though was probably the complete lack of tolerance for inappropriate behavior. I recall one boy snapping the aforementioned Doreen's bra strap once... and being promptly called out by Doreen, several other girls, and a few of the boys. The teacher addressed it in front of the whole class and informed us that it was not acceptable and if anything like that happened again, it would result in a trip to the principle's office and a call to the parents. Unlike civilian parents, military parents are far less likely to let something slide if they get a call from the school - it has a reasonable likelihood of reflecting poorly on the parents, and can in some cases result in demotion or punishment for the parent.

I remember being 14, in 9th grade, and having complete grown men hit on me. One guy decided it would be great fun to drive by while I was walking home from school and throw pages from hard-core porno mags at me on his way past. Being a young woman comes with a massive amount of risk and fear, and I wish it were otherwise.
Yes, there is a difference between civilian and military upbringing. My very dear friend was raised on army bases. I envied her the travel and especially the diversity but not, perhaps the rigidity, which was a different kind of rigidity than I grew up with. We’re both married and on our own a long time, raising families and now with grandchildren. She is a wonderful person and my dearest friend but she still lives as though any second now, there will be an inspection or her realtor stopping by. I trust her with my life but I wish she were more free. I could not have lived under the degree of scrutiny she did. What other people think matter to her a great deal more than it does to me. But my parents were always taught us to decide for ourselves and not to care about what other people thought. Vestiges of their own childhood traumas.

None of this is any reflection on anyone else. It’s just my view of how a certain set of circumstances affected one particular person. She would probably not agree.

I grew up in the same county, most of it in the same house. Knew the same people from when was 7 until I left for college. Everybody knew everybody—or thought they did. I wanted to break away from that before I was 10.
 
I’m older than you and I lived in the north edge of the Bible Belt. Sex education was….laughable? Insufficient for certain. Not supplemented by parents, except when my mother told me that if a boy ever ‘tried anything’ to tell her and not my dad because my father would kill him. Which is on e reason of many I never told when I was assaulted.

But I read a lot and made good use of dictionaries and thesaurus.

My mother insisted I start wearing a bra quite prematurely. I think she was just happy I did something stereotypically ‘girl.’ I wore a lot of sweaters over the mandatory dresses and skirts to hide the bra straps. Boys snapped the straps with complete impunity and I did not want to risk my temper. And fortunately, I was slender, underweight, even so not particularly noticeable. My nose was in a book most of the time, another shield. Kids so easily sort each other into stereotypes And I embraced nerdy bookworm.

I remember the girls in 6th grade who looked 15 or 16 and attracted the attention of boys that age. Or older. Some of them managed to graduate from high school.
I think there were a lot of benefits to growing up on a military base and attending elementary and middle schools that were exclusively miltary dependents. One of the biggest benefits was that they were extremely diverse, and learning about different cultures and traditions was an every day occurrence. Another was that I got history lessons that were factual and unbiased.

One of the biggest though was probably the complete lack of tolerance for inappropriate behavior. I recall one boy snapping the aforementioned Doreen's bra strap once... and being promptly called out by Doreen, several other girls, and a few of the boys. The teacher addressed it in front of the whole class and informed us that it was not acceptable and if anything like that happened again, it would result in a trip to the principle's office and a call to the parents. Unlike civilian parents, military parents are far less likely to let something slide if they get a call from the school - it has a reasonable likelihood of reflecting poorly on the parents, and can in some cases result in demotion or punishment for the parent.

I remember being 14, in 9th grade, and having complete grown men hit on me. One guy decided it would be great fun to drive by while I was walking home from school and throw pages from hard-core porno mags at me on his way past. Being a young woman comes with a massive amount of risk and fear, and I wish it were otherwise.
Yes, there is a difference between civilian and military upbringing. My very dear friend was raised on army bases. I envied her the travel and especially the diversity but not, perhaps the rigidity, which was a different kind of rigidity than I grew up with. We’re both married and on our own a long time, raising families and now with grandchildren. She is a wonderful person and my dearest friend but she still lives as though any second now, there will be an inspection or her realtor stopping by. I trust her with my life but I wish she were more free. I could not have lived under the degree of scrutiny she did. What other people think matter to her a great deal more than it does to me. But my parents were always taught us to decide for ourselves and not to care about what other people thought. Vestiges of their own childhood traumas.

None of this is any reflection on anyone else. It’s just my view of how a certain set of circumstances affected one particular person. She would probably not agree.

I grew up in the same county, most of it in the same house. Knew the same people from when was 7 until I left for college. Everybody knew everybody—or thought they did. I wanted to break away from that before I was 10.
There are some serious downsides to moving around every few years though. I can understand why it might seem attractive when you dislike everyone being in your business all the time... but the flip side is that I had no stable friend group at all. The only people who have known me since I was little are family. There was nobody in my middle school that I was in third grade with - the entire set of people around me was cycled out over the course of about four years, until there was nobody left... and then I was the one who left. I had no roots, no foundation, no shared experiences of growing up with anyone outside of my immediate family.

It made me very adaptable, which as served me well in many ways. But it also made friendship a transient concept.

Also... chair force is a fair bit less rigid than army :)
 
I’m older than you and I lived in the north edge of the Bible Belt. Sex education was….laughable? Insufficient for certain. Not supplemented by parents, except when my mother told me that if a boy ever ‘tried anything’ to tell her and not my dad because my father would kill him. Which is on e reason of many I never told when I was assaulted.

But I read a lot and made good use of dictionaries and thesaurus.

My mother insisted I start wearing a bra quite prematurely. I think she was just happy I did something stereotypically ‘girl.’ I wore a lot of sweaters over the mandatory dresses and skirts to hide the bra straps. Boys snapped the straps with complete impunity and I did not want to risk my temper. And fortunately, I was slender, underweight, even so not particularly noticeable. My nose was in a book most of the time, another shield. Kids so easily sort each other into stereotypes And I embraced nerdy bookworm.

I remember the girls in 6th grade who looked 15 or 16 and attracted the attention of boys that age. Or older. Some of them managed to graduate from high school.
I think there were a lot of benefits to growing up on a military base and attending elementary and middle schools that were exclusively miltary dependents. One of the biggest benefits was that they were extremely diverse, and learning about different cultures and traditions was an every day occurrence. Another was that I got history lessons that were factual and unbiased.

One of the biggest though was probably the complete lack of tolerance for inappropriate behavior. I recall one boy snapping the aforementioned Doreen's bra strap once... and being promptly called out by Doreen, several other girls, and a few of the boys. The teacher addressed it in front of the whole class and informed us that it was not acceptable and if anything like that happened again, it would result in a trip to the principle's office and a call to the parents. Unlike civilian parents, military parents are far less likely to let something slide if they get a call from the school - it has a reasonable likelihood of reflecting poorly on the parents, and can in some cases result in demotion or punishment for the parent.

I remember being 14, in 9th grade, and having complete grown men hit on me. One guy decided it would be great fun to drive by while I was walking home from school and throw pages from hard-core porno mags at me on his way past. Being a young woman comes with a massive amount of risk and fear, and I wish it were otherwise.
Yes, there is a difference between civilian and military upbringing. My very dear friend was raised on army bases. I envied her the travel and especially the diversity but not, perhaps the rigidity, which was a different kind of rigidity than I grew up with. We’re both married and on our own a long time, raising families and now with grandchildren. She is a wonderful person and my dearest friend but she still lives as though any second now, there will be an inspection or her realtor stopping by. I trust her with my life but I wish she were more free. I could not have lived under the degree of scrutiny she did. What other people think matter to her a great deal more than it does to me. But my parents were always taught us to decide for ourselves and not to care about what other people thought. Vestiges of their own childhood traumas.

None of this is any reflection on anyone else. It’s just my view of how a certain set of circumstances affected one particular person. She would probably not agree.

I grew up in the same county, most of it in the same house. Knew the same people from when was 7 until I left for college. Everybody knew everybody—or thought they did. I wanted to break away from that before I was 10.
There are some serious downsides to moving around every few years though. I can understand why it might seem attractive when you dislike everyone being in your business all the time... but the flip side is that I had no stable friend group at all. The only people who have known me since I was little are family. There was nobody in my middle school that I was in third grade with - the entire set of people around me was cycled out over the course of about four years, until there was nobody left... and then I was the one who left. I had no roots, no foundation, no shared experiences of growing up with anyone outside of my immediate family.

It made me very adaptable, which as served me well in many ways. But it also made friendship a transient concept.

Also... chair force is a fair bit less rigid than army :)
My mother moved around a lot as a child as her father looked for work during the Great Depression. She had a dislike of moving after that. Both of my parents had a very well developed sense of place, of home. My father lived within 15 miles of where he was born all his life. I haven’t lived within 300 miles of where I grew up since I was 21.
 
Constant moves are one thing I most definitely do NOT miss about contract archaeology. I'm becoming such a homebody in my old age!
I’m dreading when we must move. We’ve lived in our current home for 37 years, raise our kids here and since this house has a full attic and full basement—we were the repository of our kids childhood, teenage and college student/young adulthood…,stuff. Plus, I don’t think we’ve ever tossed a book in our lives. Oh, and we inherited some family art and furniture.

None of our adult kids want our stuff. Some of which was their grandmother’s or great grandmother’s stuff. Which is common, I understand, for this generation but that’s how we got furniture—and glad of it! When my husband’s grandmother moved into a nursing home, his mother announced ( did not ask—announced!) that she had a moving van filled with his grandmother’s furniture heading our direction, with an arrival date—just a few pieces and much better quality than we could have afforded it than is easily found now—real wood, people!

My head says we should do it sooner, while we are in reasonably good health. We would need professional movers. And a lot of resolve to get rid of oodles and oodles of stuff.
 
Not sure if this is the Charlie Kirk thread, but anyway,


 
Weems and Morrow will probably get off scot-free based on "qualified immunity". The county will probably settle for a massive payout, which will be paid by the taxpayers, who weren't consulted about whether to arrest Bushart. Our system for disincentivizing governmental lawlessness is seriously messed up. In a sane world, Weems and Morrow would lose their jobs, do 37 days in jail, and be barred for life from government employment and access to firearms.

While we're at it, where's Mark Kelly when you need him? Somebody needs to explain to the cops who arrested Bushart that soldiers aren't the only ones who have a duty to refuse illegal orders.
 
Constant moves are one thing I most definitely do NOT miss about contract archaeology. I'm becoming such a homebody in my old age!
I’m dreading when we must move. We’ve lived in our current home for 37 years, raise our kids here and since this house has a full attic and full basement—we were the repository of our kids childhood, teenage and college student/young adulthood…,stuff. Plus, I don’t think we’ve ever tossed a book in our lives. Oh, and we inherited some family art and furniture.

None of our adult kids want our stuff. Some of which was their grandmother’s or great grandmother’s stuff. Which is common, I understand, for this generation but that’s how we got furniture—and glad of it! When my husband’s grandmother moved into a nursing home, his mother announced ( did not ask—announced!) that she had a moving van filled with his grandmother’s furniture heading our direction, with an arrival date—just a few pieces and much better quality than we could have afforded it than is easily found now—real wood, people!
Real wood furniture cannot be beaten, except for the weight. And as I get older the weight becomes more apparent.
Yet preceptions change. My daughter would rather get stuff from Ikea, which these days does not really last. You cannot really pass it on. She does not like the wooden furniture. Yet all the waste from this flat pack furniture has to be got rid of somehow, somewhere.
 
Constant moves are one thing I most definitely do NOT miss about contract archaeology. I'm becoming such a homebody in my old age!
I’m dreading when we must move. We’ve lived in our current home for 37 years, raise our kids here and since this house has a full attic and full basement—we were the repository of our kids childhood, teenage and college student/young adulthood…,stuff. Plus, I don’t think we’ve ever tossed a book in our lives. Oh, and we inherited some family art and furniture.

None of our adult kids want our stuff. Some of which was their grandmother’s or great grandmother’s stuff. Which is common, I understand, for this generation but that’s how we got furniture—and glad of it! When my husband’s grandmother moved into a nursing home, his mother announced ( did not ask—announced!) that she had a moving van filled with his grandmother’s furniture heading our direction, with an arrival date—just a few pieces and much better quality than we could have afforded it than is easily found now—real wood, people!
Real wood furniture cannot be beaten, except for the weight. And as I get older the weight becomes more apparent.
Yet preceptions change. My daughter would rather get stuff from Ikea, which these days does not really last. You cannot really pass it on. She does not like the wooden furniture. Yet all the waste from this flat pack furniture has to be got rid of somehow, somewhere.
I know, right?? What really gets me is that in general, my kids are fairly environmentally informed. I don’t think they’ve really quite completely caught on that we’ve always been environmentally conscious and that, along with needing to be very budget conscious in our younger days, really drove a lot of our decisions. I think I always thought that people without a lot of money tend to be more environmentally conscious because they often have little choice but to buy second hand, etc. but I know one or two people right now, young adults with young kids and no money and I’ve observed them making very foolish decisions re: money, etc. I try not to judge but …
 
Constant moves are one thing I most definitely do NOT miss about contract archaeology. I'm becoming such a homebody in my old age!
I’m dreading when we must move. We’ve lived in our current home for 37 years, raise our kids here and since this house has a full attic and full basement—we were the repository of our kids childhood, teenage and college student/young adulthood…,stuff. Plus, I don’t think we’ve ever tossed a book in our lives. Oh, and we inherited some family art and furniture.

None of our adult kids want our stuff. Some of which was their grandmother’s or great grandmother’s stuff. Which is common, I understand, for this generation but that’s how we got furniture—and glad of it! When my husband’s grandmother moved into a nursing home, his mother announced ( did not ask—announced!) that she had a moving van filled with his grandmother’s furniture heading our direction, with an arrival date—just a few pieces and much better quality than we could have afforded it than is easily found now—real wood, people!
Real wood furniture cannot be beaten, except for the weight. And as I get older the weight becomes more apparent.
Yet preceptions change. My daughter would rather get stuff from Ikea, which these days does not really last. You cannot really pass it on. She does not like the wooden furniture. Yet all the waste from this flat pack furniture has to be got rid of somehow, somewhere.
I know, right??
Somehow getting something second-hand is now a social no-no, a faux pas. It has to be bought new.
What really gets me is that in general, my kids are fairly environmentally informed. I don’t think they’ve really quite completely caught on that we’ve always been environmentally conscious and that, along with needing to be very budget conscious in our younger days, really drove a lot of our decisions. I think I always thought that people without a lot of money tend to be more environmentally conscious because they often have little choice but to buy second hand, etc. but I know one or two people right now, young adults with young kids and no money and I’ve observed them making very foolish decisions re: money, etc. I try not to judge but …

Do not know how that virus got out but seeing it infect my daughter, son-in-law and others is disappointing.

Today the missus and I were going through book cases and behind them seeing what was what. The Salvoes got a few boxes of books and odds and sods.
We found a beautiful old iron edged, walnut framed mirror with swans acid etched into it that my wife's nanna left to her. Oval shaped, hand crafted, made pre-WW2. My nanna (Dad's mum) had one in her hall that was the same.
On the one hand I can understand that it goes best in a certain decor, not the Scandy that is so popular in Oz at present. Yet if I took it to the Salvoes it would be ignored and treated poorly. It is a travesty but older items are just not appreciated anymore. Any thing over X years is considered almost worthless.
 
Real wood furniture cannot be beaten, except for the weight. And as I get older the weight becomes more apparent.
Yet preceptions change. My daughter would rather get stuff from Ikea, which these days does not really last. You cannot really pass it on. She does not like the wooden furniture. Yet all the waste from this flat pack furniture has to be got rid of somehow, somewhere.
I understand that hardwood, leather, steel, etc. is heavy, and can be expensive. But if someone is in a position to get some, I don't understand not doing so unless the item is intended to be temporary. For example, my current home office desk is from Ikea, but it was 1) inexpensive) and 2) only a short-term solution while I get some things rearranged and find a permanent desk that I like.

Our house has knotty oak cabinetry, which is part of why we bought the house. Our neighbor made a comment about "oh, it's a shame the prior homeowner never got around to updating the cabinets when they replaced the doors, baseboards, and window trim with something more modern". Now I'm pissed at the prior owners, because they removed beautiful solid trim and doors and replaced it with cheap painted pine and hollow-core doors!

It's a crime against good taste.

Somehow getting something second-hand is now a social no-no, a faux pas. It has to be bought new.

"Kids these days!" A good chunk of our furniture is second-hand consignment... but it's also really solid construction, high quality leather, down-filled cushions, etc. And it cost about the same as buying new cheaply made upholstered furniture that can't be repaired and won't last.
 
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