I don’t play golf but my neighbor does. Here in Appalachia where I am the golf course isn’t even remotely flat. They actually made a pretty interesting setup hidden behind trees.
I’ve seen golfers that really impressed me with their precision. I would imagine that if you’re good at it, it isn’t even remotely boring.
I grew up with Happy Gilmore being my only VHS tape for awhile though, so I’m sure I’m biased haha.
I only experienced laser tag once. Where I’m from the kids can go skating and rent the same old moldy leather skates from the 70s with metal bits tearing into their feet OR they can smoke meth with Skooter, Pooter, and Mooch down by the creek.
The last update the skating rink seen was when Britney Spears sold Pepsi. Even then they only updated the posters.
I was definitely scared as a kid. There were two openly gay men in our area (at least loud and social enough to be small town known that is). Their mannerisms seemed so unnatural to me.
As I got older though and spent more time around them it didn’t bother me at all.
The one guy (white guy, tall, very effeminate) was always hanging around partying at my exes house. He and I have been friends for over 20 years now. Legit one of the coolest and strangest people on the planet.
The other dude (black guy, very tall, very effeminate) came in my store all the time and he and I became friends. Around 2015 my car broke down. I borrowed my mom’s car and it broke down the first time I drove it. I was in a total panic because I couldn’t get to work. Dude overheard me dooming and glooming to my mom and freaking out. He walked up and said, “You’ve always been sweet to me so I’m gonna let you borrow my van as long as you need it.”
The van had N64 controller ports built in, so I put an N64 in there with a few of the best games for him. He was always hauling his entire neighborhood around in that thing and they were all stoked as shit when I gave it back.
I drove that van for around 4 months. My kids were devastated when I gave it back. All the rednecks had jokes, “hyuck hyuck, what did you do to get that van?” I came up with a good comeback. I’d look out and see what they were driving. “Let me take that Ford Ranger for a ride and I’ll show you, big boy!” Oh my god haha, they couldn’t handle it.
But yeah, back on topic. It was a fear because it was so unusual. I remember being horrified when the two dudes kissed in Big Daddy. It’s still a fear for a lot of people. They don’t want to see the world change, and it seems like a huge change when folks who barely existed in their reality are suddenly getting all of this representation in mainstream media. Because of the internet, everything is right there in our faces. They’re scared that their kids will be influenced into that lifestyle. I think that’s mostly because sexuality is more of a spectrum, and they’re afraid that it will awaken something in their kids that would have otherwise remained buried.
Then you got religion. That makes it even scarier because the preachers say they’re going to hell.
I’m in Appalachia. If I worked in an adult bookstore my boss would be an evangelical. Haha
Holy rollers, holy rollers everywhere.
Each and every day of my life someone preaches to me. I just smile and carry on.
Had a really weird 81 year old man in my store yesterday. He said, “I was down ‘are at ‘tuh moose lodge with my girlfriend and some feller flirted with her. My buddy said, “now don’t go fightin’ eem. You don’t wanna git in no trouble.” And I told him I didn’t have to fight him. The lord would take care of him. A few weeks later his cayncer came back. Other night my dead wife was laying in the bed holding our baby that died. She asked me to put a blanket on her. I wanted to talk to her but I guess the lord didn’t want me to speak. Not everybody can see spirits. Only a select few people. I’ve seen spirits all my life.”
Part of me is jealous of these folks. They think they’re gonna live forever and trust that everything will work out. Meanwhile I’m worrying about my health and that everything isn’t going to work out. :p
I worked in a small office with an evangelical authoritarian supervisor. For a time we had our music libraries on our computers and we were able to play music in our headphones. One morning we came in to find notes on our desks saying headphones were no longer allowed.
It was definitely December because of what was on that horrible little boombox.
This Christian group called Point of Grace had a Christmas album. I heard it over and over and over and over again.
I would probably go catatonic if I heard a single note from that record.
Mariah Carey was actually a relief when I heard it haha.
Fortunately we got our headphones back. My best friend for 20 years now (dayuuum) came up with an idea.
When the supervisor would leave we’d try to play Bela Lugosi Is Dead by Bauhaus juuuuuust slightly out of sync between our computers until everyone got sick of it and complained. We both threatened to quit unless we were allowed to use headphones when we were told “no more music in the office”.