My first thought was, "I guess you can drive little cars all over that."

My second thought was, "Actually, that sounds like some fun kink play. It's sensory, it's intimate, and I've heard of weirder things, so why not this?"

… learn from my mistakes.

You know what they say - when the only tool you have is a knife, all your problems get stabbed.

And yet we’re having shit get censored everywhere else because aDvErTiSeRs. Clearly something doesn’t add up here.

I can't give it away or sell it, but nothing says can't trade it for something more practical (as long as it's not money.)

FIFA ball does not look happy

Anyone have any clarification on what "pretend the hat man is pointing a gun at you" means? I've never heard that phrase before.

Try as I might, I can’t imagine it that way. Got an illustration?

Kid, excitedly jumping around the room: "The floor is lava!"

Parent: "You know, Billy, if the floor were really made of lava, jumping from furniture to furniture wouldn't really help you. The volcanic gases alone would be enough to suffocate you. The heat would be no picnic either. You'd be suffering in agony until your final, searing breath."

Kid stops jumping and stares emptily off into the distance: "I ... I think I'm gonna go play alone in my room now."

That billboard thing is so true. I've often thought, while driving, "Man, if I were so rich that money meant nothing, I'd buy up all these billboards and cover them with forest paintings." No words, nobody trying to sell anything to anyone. Just nature being peaceful.

Also, digital billboards with their bright-ass screens need to die, like, yesterday. It's hard enough to preserve one's night vision with headlights the way they are, we don't need billboards beaming like the sun.

Anyone else remember when "helicopter parenting" was a bad thing? It's wild how society went from, "That's too overbearing, we need to give our kids space to grow independently" to "It's okay to track the location of our young adult offspring" in the span of a generation.

I used to live in apartments with an address set up of "(building) letter + (unit) number." Maps and GPS didn't direct people to the unit you put in, instead directing every address to the rental office, regardless of what building you actually lived in.

It made deliveries hell. If the space for written directions was available, I would copy/paste directions I had pre-written so the drivers could find my specific unit. I put those directions in both English and Spanish, since so many drivers spoke Spanish primarily.

I was in building L, but the address line wouldn't let you capitalize letters. So my unit would always print out as "l", which delivery drivers (who didn't read my clear instructions) would think was a capital i.

After twice having my food delivered to the wrong address and arguing with drivers about it, I gave up entirely. But both times I contacted Doordash to say my food wasn't delivered, and thankfully, I got full refunds on both. I should note that the Doordash account was a perk from my workplace, where the fees weren't included, so maybe having some kind of "premium" account factored into the response. Still, it just wasn't worth the hassle. The way I see it, the whole point of food delivery is not having to get out of my pajamas and leave the house. If I'm going to have to get dressed and drive across the massive complex to get my food anyway, I might as well just pick it up from the restaurant myself and cut out the middle man.

There's also The Contest, where the core group tried to see who could go the longest without masturbating.

It sounds like a crass reference, but I remember it blowing my mind that they included Elaine in it. It was the first time I recall female masturbation being acknowledged on TV, let alone being acknowledged as equally compelling as male masturbation.

Seinfeld - paving the way for female gooners everywhere.

I get the exact same dream sometimes. Often, the room in the house is one that never existed before. One time it was an attic loft accessed by a staircase that was hidden behind my childhood closet. The content is always the same though, just as you described - full of cool old stuff I feel nostalgic love for, whether it was actually mine at some point or not.

What is the term we should be looking up?

I've always preferred the fantasies of escape. Like which patch of land I'd rather run away to, how I'd build a shelter that's functional, safe, and hidden from humans, what kind of plants I'd forage or gather seeds from to grow in a forest garden. Sometimes I think of ways I might find and boil water without matches, or ways to defend the area from bears or defend the garden from deer. In reality, I don't think I'd be able to keep it up long, but fantasizing about it is really pleasant. Sometimes it's the only way I manage through hard times.

Two related things: people commenting on my tone of voice, and people assuming my emotions (usually because of my tone of voice.)

I've got a lot of trauma related to my tone. I've been punished so many times for it without having any clue what people were talking about, and now whenever someone brings up that word, all the deep-seated pain immediately rises to the surface. The only way I've found to get by is to heavily mask - if I'm clearly cheery, nobody can accuse me of having the wrong tone or attitude. Problem is, masking takes effort. When my energy is low, I can't self-monitor the way I'd like to, and people start to think I'm upset because my tone reverts to the way I naturally talk. I'll be happy, just a bit stressed or tired, and people will start saying shit like, "Calm down," or "Do you need a break? You're upset, go take a break."

Then when that happens, it's like my battery goes from 20% to zero. It's so hard to self-advocate when others think they know what you're feeling better than you do. When you can't control your vocal tone, people will assume any response is proof that you were upset in the first place (instead of a sign that their assumptions just sapped the last bit of energy out of you.) It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, upsetting me when I wasn't upset before, even if I was feeling great beforehand.

I wish neurotypical people could understand that not everyone expresses their emotions through tone, that sometimes it's a matter of energy being diverted from masking and into more crucial, pertinent tasks. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to mask at all, but I know that if I didn't I'd get a lot more comments and assumptions thrown at me. In the end, letting the mask slip results in punishment. Talking the way I naturally talk is punishment-worthy. That's a lesson that keeps getting reinforced every time I dare not put effort into masking and tone-modulation first and foremost.

That feeling when you're trying to browse through a creator you like's page for videos you haven't seen yet, but you have to scroll past the dozens and dozens of things you've already watched, which each take time to load their thumbnails, making the task drag on for ages.

Which sucks when you're the kind of person that craves novelty. Just because I watched a nature documentary about sharks doesn't mean all I want to watch are shark videos. YouTube doesn't seem to understand that.

Thankfully, a lot of people gave really good suggestions when I made this Ask Lemmy post a few months ago. I'm still working my way down the list. Whenever YouTube search fails to give me something new or interesting, I check back on that page and pick a channel somebody suggested. Otherwise, the algorithm gets real stale, real quick.

I haven't watched The Beverly Hillbillies lately, but the nursing home I worked at had DVDs of I Love Lucy. It still holds up, in my opinion.

As to classic, old shows that feel out of place today, I'd have to go with Looney Tunes and similar early cartoons. Even watching them as a kid, the violence and sexism felt really weird to me. A lot of the "humor" came from physical violence or cross-dressing honey pots, which felt tired, repetitive, and not funny to child-me.

Then a lot of those old shows had stories that involved two male characters fighting over a female character. I remember thinking, "What is this? If two guys started a fist fight over me, I wouldn't swoon over the winner, I'd walk away from both of them for being violent at the drop of a hat."