j-e-f-f-e-r-s said:
The annoying thing is my stubble is still a little patchy. Otherwise I'd just abandon shaving and go for the elegant tramp look.
I did that at 17 and never looked back, except for senior pictures and miscellaneous surgeries. Although elegant would be pushing it. A lot.
I miss the good old days when ...
Preteen girls were just little girls, not prostitots.
Boy Scouts were welcome in the park but child molesters weren't.
Prayer was in schools and murder wasn't, even though we all carried knives and even guns during hunting season.
I could roam miles into the woods without fear of being shot near an, um, "special glade".
We'd take up hay in the summer.
When the teacher smacked your butt, you could count on getting another one at home rather than a lawsuit filed in your behalf.
A teenager could watch television with her parents without fear of mortal embarrassment.
Reality television meant the news.
We could leave the doors unlocked and still have stuff.
I could eat a couple Wendys triples and still reach my steering wheel.
I could stand up and not have to pause for a moment to remember WHY I stood up.
Tiredinneundo said "And if you look to your left, you can see a burn."
Back then things used to be different. So I guess that now, things are, um, the same?