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What Did You Think Was Indicators of Wealth When Growing Up?


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42 minutes ago, After irth said:

Loved the ass on Lee jeans for females. 

Yeah, good point.  Something about the cut of them made me first realize what a camel toe on a girl was Sophomore year of high school.  Thank you Jenn M.  You were a Penn State'r for sure...great uniform...bad helmet.  I hope you're doing well in life nowadays...

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Growing up in the 90s, it was definitely cable tv. If you had cable, like me and only one other kid in the neighborhood did, then you were considered an "it" kid. All the kids would wanna come over to watch Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, MTV, etc. since they couldn't watch those channels at home. 

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5 hours ago, Longboard Horn said:

Growing up in the 90s, it was definitely cable tv. If you had cable, like me and only one other kid in the neighborhood did, then you were considered an "it" kid. All the kids would wanna come over to watch Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, MTV, etc. since they couldn't watch those channels at home. 

There was a kid in my neighborhood who had the Sega system that you could play a number of games on, somehow. Almost like it was hooked to the internet, but I'm not sure how that was possible in 1993. That as our version of what you just said; a guy like yourself who was probably an okay kid but otherwise you wouldn't want to really hang out with that much if it wasn't for the cool tech because you were poorer.

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There was a kid in my neighborhood who had the Sega system that you could play a number of games on, somehow. Almost like it was hooked to the internet, but I'm not sure how that was possible in 1993. That as our version of what you just said; a guy like yourself who was probably an okay kid but otherwise you wouldn't want to really hang out with that much if it wasn't for the cool tech because you were poorer.
Sega Channel. It was awesome. I did not have it, but my friend up the street did.
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Growing up in the 90s, it was definitely cable tv. If you had cable, like me and only one other kid in the neighborhood did, then you were considered an "it" kid. All the kids would wanna come over to watch Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, MTV, etc. since they couldn't watch those channels at home. 

My best friend had cable but no ac. We had ac but no cable. Tough hot summers
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In elementary school/junior high, if you got a lunch at school, it meant you were on government-assisted meal programs.  Our school was quite large but didn't sell food (except the once a month deal with Pizza Hut or something).  In elementary school, the sign of wealth was a current pop culture lunchbox like Dukes of Hazaard or Star Wars.  In junior high, it was a simple brown bag that meant you didn't go in for the trends, you were a rebel.  Then in high school, it was a bad sign if you brought your own lunch, you were to pay for your meal like all the other cool kids.  

One of my mom's brothers has done very well for himself.  Another thing I think back about in childhood is what/how he smoked.  My mom was a pack a day smoker of mid-brand cigarettes in a faux leather case with a disposable bic lighter.  But my uncle would smoke expensive Benson & Hedges 100's and they came in these glossy, "Luxurious" packs in colors like shiny silver and rose gold.  And he always had some $500 lighter with him to light them.  I thought, "Oh, smoking can be a status symbol."  Years later I realized, "Oh, this is why everybody in her family gets cancer."  

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All through grade school I took my lunch to school.  PB&J, bologna, maybe some chips, probably saltines. Snak-pak pudding was a once in a while luxury.  Lots of the other kids bought their lunch, so that seemed rich to me.  I had a lunch ticket “for emergencies”. I member using the lunch ticket when I didn’t want to eat my lunch, and just leaving the sack lunch in my locker for the rest of the year.  That thing was rank when I had to clean my locker at the end of the year. 

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I think my first foray into this area was in about 2nd grade.  Capri Suns.  Almost every kid in my school had Capri Suns.  No way in hell we could afford those.  This is going to sound even more odd, but we were also allowed to bring one healthy snack to school for recess.  I was in awe of those that would bring artichokes.

When I got to college, I dated a girl from Lake Charles.  She also grew up poor; however, her parent struck it rich by opening a pipeline (oil) business.  She drove a Volvo.  She lived, by herself, in a 3 bedroom condo off Riverside.  One day, I happened to take a peak in her garage.  Turns out she had a brand new Jaguar with something like 1,000 miles on it just sitting in there.  When I went home with her over Christmas, I was absolutely amazed at some of the houses her aunts and uncles had.  Similar to some of the nicer houses in Westlake.

On a positive note, I believe her parents ended up feeling somewhat guilty about their wealth, and moved to Africa to help build wells or somesuch.

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59 minutes ago, Knoxtnhorn said:

I think my first foray into this area was in about 2nd grade.  Capri Suns.  Almost every kid in my school had Capri Suns.  No way in hell we could afford those.  This is going to sound even more odd, but we were also allowed to bring one healthy snack to school for recess.  I was in awe of those that would bring artichokes.

When I got to college, I dated a girl from Lake Charles.  She also grew up poor; however, her parent struck it rich by opening a pipeline (oil) business.  She drove a Volvo.  She lived, by herself, in a 3 bedroom condo off Riverside.  One day, I happened to take a peak in her garage.  Turns out she had a brand new Jaguar with something like 1,000 miles on it just sitting in there.  When I went home with her over Christmas, I was absolutely amazed at some of the houses her aunts and uncles had.  Similar to some of the nicer houses in Westlake.

On a positive note, I believe her parents ended up feeling somewhat guilty about their wealth, and moved to Africa to help build wells or somesuch.

I’m sure you did take a peak in her garage. 

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8 minutes ago, nnm said:

I’m sure you did take a peak in her garage. 

It was weird.  I kind of ended up halfway moving in with her for a few weeks.  The garage door was opaque.  The door to get in was locked, and the window was covered.  One day I had her house keys to get something out of the Volvo and remembered that the garage key was on the key chain.  Of course I looked.  Holy crap.  She never did tell me why she had it or why it was some big secret.

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Going back to being a poor...

One of the things that was difficult, as it pertained to my own childhood, was that the city I grew up in was middle to upper middle class.  Richardson.  One Friday night, I was all excited to go roller skating.  Got home and was told we didn't have the $4 or so it would have cost to get in.  I distinctly recall my best friend, mother, and I spending 2+ hours shaking down the house for enough change for me to go.  We were digging in the bottom of closets, going through couches and chairs, looking behind the stove, etc...  Every time a nickel, dime, or quarter was found, we'd all yell.  Pretty embarrassing for a kid in 6th grade.  Luckily, my friend was nice enough to keep it to himself.

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On 7/1/2020 at 2:05 PM, AUS-97HORN said:

I second the satellite dish, the big honking massive MFers.   All the stories about being able to watch any televised football or baseball games, plus all the movie channels with no descrambler... that was the shit

We lived out in the country with only snowy-ass OTA networks because the nearest stations were 60-75 miles away. My dad did some work for a guy who was short on cash but had invested in a satellite company, so he got one of those monster fuckers as payment. This was in 1980, right before the Olympics. We went from shit for TV to literally every channel in the US (plus French Canadian porn on Anik1/Anik2) and my 7th-grade ass was in heaven. The Olympic hockey game against Russia was tape delayed in the States until 8PM, but Canadian TV showed it live at 4 right after school let out; there were probably 100 people jammed into my parents' not-gigantic living room watching that fucker...

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3 hours ago, Knoxtnhorn said:

Going back to being a poor...

One of the things that was difficult, as it pertained to my own childhood, was that the city I grew up in was middle to upper middle class.  Richardson.  One Friday night, I was all excited to go roller skating.  Got home and was told we didn't have the $4 or so it would have cost to get in.  I distinctly recall my best friend, mother, and I spending 2+ hours shaking down the house for enough change for me to go.  We were digging in the bottom of closets, going through couches and chairs, looking behind the stove, etc...  Every time a nickel, dime, or quarter was found, we'd all yell.  Pretty embarrassing for a kid in 6th grade.  Luckily, my friend was nice enough to keep it to himself.

Hell, that's a great memory.

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10 hours ago, Knoxtnhorn said:

Going back to being a poor...

One of the things that was difficult, as it pertained to my own childhood, was that the city I grew up in was middle to upper middle class.  Richardson.  One Friday night, I was all excited to go roller skating.  Got home and was told we didn't have the $4 or so it would have cost to get in.  I distinctly recall my best friend, mother, and I spending 2+ hours shaking down the house for enough change for me to go.  We were digging in the bottom of closets, going through couches and chairs, looking behind the stove, etc...  Every time a nickel, dime, or quarter was found, we'd all yell.  Pretty embarrassing for a kid in 6th grade.  Luckily, my friend was nice enough to keep it to himself.

I cashed in all of my $2 bills to go see Rush and Primus back in the day.

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11 hours ago, Bookman said:

Living in a house.

House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

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my middle school switched to a uniform-dress policy over the summer (because apparently that will somehow reduce gang activity lmao), and obviously my family wasn't going to buy 5 fucking pair of khaki trousers all at once.  i would wear one for 2, 3 days in a row.

 

our class had mirrored seating, and one day a bully said "you know how you know someone wears the same clothes everyday?  they have the same stain day after day", while staring straight in my direction.  i looked down and sure enough, i had a small pen mark on my thigh. 

 

boy, that roiled me inside. 

 

the irony is because the school was in a lower/working class neighborhood, this kid was equally poor as shit. 

 

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59 minutes ago, 52-80 said:

my middle school switched to a uniform-dress policy over the summer (because apparently that will somehow reduce gang activity lmao), and obviously my family wasn't going to buy 5 fucking pair of khaki trousers all at once.  i would wear one for 2, 3 days in a row.

 

our class had mirrored seating, and one day a bully said "you know how you know someone wears the same clothes everyday?  they have the same stain day after day", while staring straight in my direction.  i looked down and sure enough, i had a small pen mark on my thigh. 

 

boy, that roiled me inside. 

 

the irony is because the school was in a lower/working class neighborhood, this kid was equally poor as shit. 

 

Lulz at the last line - looking back at my childhood even the ‘rich kids’ were upper blue collar, but you couldn’t have convinced me of that when those shitbags got a Tyco Nite-Glo for Christmas....

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I grew up in the 80s and went to a small private school with a huge mix of wealth/debt.

We weren’t that bad off, but I mean my mom’s car would break down like every weekend. I didn’t think anything of it.

Rich meant windshield wipers on your car headlights, or the high top vans with the TVs in them. One girl’s family had like a 40 foot boat, and she also had horses.

Anyone who had the calculator watch.

Anyone with HBO or a laserdisc player and a big screen TV. I also remember a few dad’s that knew how to steal cable with those descrambler things...

Anyone with an ATV or go-cart.


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