Kiwi Crones - A virtual kitchen table for the Farms' grannies and aunties

[Nique la mere de Macron]

I'm old enough to remember the War on Drugs because, huge powerlevel, my parents were dealers. It is SO weird to come back to America and see billboards for dispensaries and whatnot, and I do wonder what my life would have been like if the first 15 years hadn't been spent dodging the po-po, witnessing ODs, and all the other fun stuff that comes with that life.

It shouldn't be a big surprise, though, that I ended up with politics somewhere to the right of Alex P. Keaton, another blast from the past. My rebellion, I guess.

 

[Lentil Soup]

I'm old enough to remember the War on Drugs because, huge powerlevel, my parents were dealers. It is SO weird to come back to America and see billboards for dispensaries and whatnot, and I do wonder what my life would have been like if the first 15 years hadn't been spent dodging the po-po, witnessing ODs, and all the other fun stuff that comes with that life.

It shouldn't be a big surprise, though, that I ended up with politics somewhere to the right of Alex P. Keaton, another blast from the past. My rebellion, I guess.

For real, if you lived in a methed out area they would treat buying cough syrup like you were intending to commit a crime. Now the cartels in mexico have replaced our honest neighborhood meth labs and their new techniques produce a product that is cheaper and more brain breaking than ever.

 

[Premium Gonzo]

You gotta be more specific than that; that's a lot of time, and there was a lot going on.

There were bath oil beads you'd get for the holidays, or you'd pick out by the each wherever your mom bought fancy soap.
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After a while they were available in cool shape

That just took me down a whole memory lane, i can still fucking smell those things.

 

[Unmarkedgrave]

You gotta be more specific than that; that's a lot of time, and there was a lot going on.

There were bath oil beads you'd get for the holidays, or you'd pick out by the each wherever your mom bought fancy soap.
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After a while they were available in cool shapes.

Did anyone else retardly try to eat these? I was a wee lass when these were popular. Me and my sister thought they would taste like candy

 

[Cherry Milk]

I became a Great aunt this past weekend, to say I'm feeling old is an understatement

 

[pursuitsnail]

Ooooohhh, bath pearls. Those are a treat the first time, but after you've had to clean up after them a lot less so. If you're going to go through the trouble after, you might as well get nice soaking salts and oils. It's kind of how I image bath bombs- seems like fun until you're scrubbing the film of over-scented scum, grit and glitter out of the tub. The ones that look like cupcakes are adorable looking at least.

 

[Aunt Carol]

Ooooohhh, bath pearls. Those are a treat the first time, but after you've had to clean up after them a lot less so. If you're going to go through the trouble after, you might as well get nice soaking salts and oils.

Personal theory: there were a lot more bath beads sold than ever got used. Lots of Mother's Day gifts, etc. And then in two years once they're dusty and melty, they get thrown out.

It's kind of how I image bath bombs- seems like fun until you're scrubbing the film of over-scented scum, grit and glitter out of the tub. The ones that look like cupcakes are adorable looking at least.

This is a really good reminder to check the online reviews before you buy a bath bomb; the beauty store will put in as much food coloring as it needs to make it look cool, but CuteGurl420 will tell you if it dyed a ring into the tub, or left sediment.

I'm more of a shower person, but this most recent bath bomb surge came right at the time we were trying to convince a small kid of Bathing: a Cool and Fun Activity! That and the Mr. Bubble foam soap were the best tools in the hygiene arsenal.

 

[Plus Size Polka]

You could go to the airport, walk past ticketing, go through security (much easier and faster), and go all the way to the gate even if you didn’t have a flight to catch, and just watch planes take off and land all day/night. Even at 3 am. The airport used to be a cool place to walk around and hang out.

Also, people behaved themselves at airports. Nobody fucked around, crashed out, or made a scene. They knew they’d be thrown out at best and probably arrested. The tantrums we see today would have been unthinkable.

 

[Otterly]

bath oil beads

What happened to those?? You just don’t see them any more (which usually means they were toxic…)

To any meemaw farmers here, what was it like before 2000?

so much better. The music was better, the people were less insane. Comedy was actually funny. Clothes were better.
You could have opposing viewpoints and still be friendly. The streets were cleaner and safer. The country wasn’t full of leering groups of young foreign men just milling around. You could get a casual part time job easily. Even our political scandals were more fun, of the, ‘found shagging secretary while snorting coke’ type rather than the, ‘sold nation to globalism’ or ‘entire industry based on child/organ trafficking’ type. There was no internet. You had an expectation of freedom and privacy. That is such a huge change, how surveilled and controlled and servile people are these days.
Just everything was better. I cannot think of a single thing that’s better now

 

[Bees]

advice do you have for married peeps on things you wish you knew

Two people, two blankets.

 

[Nique la mere de Macron]

Skin care. I had to explain that cursed St Ives apricot scrub of the 80s to my visibly horrified teen today. It is something of a wonder that I still have a face.

 

[Plus Size Polka]

We were free range kids.

“Go outside and play and don’t come back until dinnertime/sundown.”

Latchkey kids came home from school and let themselves in; working parents didn’t come home until hours later.

We did whatever, no supervision. Rode bikes everywhere (no helmets), hung out with friends, went to the park, played in the woods… Parents that always hovered over their kids were overprotective weirdos and those kids had no survival skills.

 

[Aunt Carol]

Not about the past, but the future:

Starting now, do not pee the instant you get home.

I mean, of course, don't go to the bathroom and pee as your first action, getting home.

Even if you do have to, put some groceries away for a few minutes first.


Cues you teach your body now will remain, even as your ability to hold it gets less reliable.

 

[mold]

I'm old enough to remember the War on Drugs because, huge powerlevel, my parents were dealers. It is SO weird to come back to America and see billboards for dispensaries and whatnot, and I do wonder what my life would have been like if the first 15 years hadn't been spent dodging the po-po, witnessing ODs, and all the other fun stuff that comes with that life.

It shouldn't be a big surprise, though, that I ended up with politics somewhere to the right of Alex P. Keaton, another blast from the past. My rebellion, I guess.

PLEASE write a memoir

 

[𝕺𝖑' 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖔]

Skin care. I had to explain that cursed St Ives apricot scrub of the 80s to my visibly horrified teen today. It is something of a wonder that I still have a face.

Man I'm in my late 20s and I remember trying the st ives shit on my face when I was 7ish because my mom still kept it in the bathroom in like, 2005. Lmao. Never again

 

[mold]

design is way better now. everything easily available to the masses used to be so fucking ugly.

 

[The Feline Solution 2]

You gotta be more specific than that; that's a lot of time, and there was a lot going on.

There were bath oil beads you'd get for the holidays, or you'd pick out by the each wherever your mom bought fancy soap.
Ver archivo adjunto 9073354
After a while they were available in cool shapes.

My grandma still has a fancy jar of these in her bathroom
God knows how long it's been sitting there but it still looks pristine.

 

[Nique la mere de Macron]

PLEASE write a memoir

I'm sure you're kidding but this is definitely not the first time somebody has said that to me, ha ha.

To avoid double posting: I NEVER understood those weird bath bead things. It seemed like when you put them in the bath, you would eventually end up with kind of a sad, deflated-condom-looking scrap of plastic that stuck to everything. Do you guys know what I'm talking about? Was I Doing It Wrong?

 

[mold]

I'm sure you're kidding but this is definitely not the first time somebody has said that to me, ha ha.

I am not kidding. There is a gap in the historical record happening and you can help plug that gap. If people don't write up the experience of this kind of childhood it's going to get written by other people, romanticized, used for dumb policy wonkery, taken over by all kinds of retardation.

 

[VisceraNexus]

My grandma still has a fancy jar of these in her bathroom
God knows how long it's been sitting there but it still looks pristine.

Mine kept an absolutely ancient bowl of potpourri in hers. It had turned so gray but somehow still smelled a bit like cinnamon. She also had that awful "potpourri spray" and would douse entire rooms in it before she had company over.
At this point the smell of potpourri is very nostalgic. (Miss you every day grandma!)