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    • JoDa

      Oh gawd, the Eye. I buckled to peer pressure and let my friends drag me on, despite having *some* idea how my phobia of heights (serious, bordering on severe, and completely involuntary; of course I intellectually know that the Eye is *perfectly* safe!) would play out. I expected that I would be uncomfortable (sweaty, fidgety, and a little dizzy) and have to take my glasses off, so I just plain wouldn’t enjoy it, while experiencing moderate anxiety and swearing I’d never do it again.  We boarded at about 4 PM…I spent the rest of that evening in bed with vertigo (after my friends had to do some serious work to get me back to the hotel…I was weak-kneed and dizzy - one cabbie refused to take us because he thought I was falling-down drunk and didn’t want me to puke in his car). In fairness to my decision, I’ve never had a reaction *that* intense…I usually experience moderate symptoms of anxiety (increased heart rate, respiration, and perspiration) and mild vertigo that resolve rapidly once I’m back at “sea level.”  It did serve one purpose: those friends no longer pressure me to do things involving heights! And they let me “pick my poison” when I decide I can handle it. We had brunch in the Hancock Tower last year (do not recommend, the food was plain BAD) and I said I’d be fine so long as I sat in the inner seat away from the window…done and done, we had a good time, if bad food.

    • JoDa

      Oh, like Florida hasn’t kept Cops on the air for *30* years (the series is based in Broward County, Florida)! I’ll also call out Ohio, West Virginia, and Alabama as places where I know people who have gotten cheap, shitty tattoos they will come to regret at some point.  (Mine are from the best of Pittsburgh, PA, and Washington, DC, and I don’t regret them for even a second. When my niece and nephew ask me why I let someone draw on me, I tell them that when they are old enough, they may decide to let someone draw on them permanently, but they have to be at least 18, or, even better, 25 (when I got my first tattoo), and really *want* that art permanently. When they ask for “drawings” like mine, I draw on them with a Crayola marker, and stress that it is fun to have drawings on your skin, but the ones I do with markers wash off. We will continue the conversation about what getting a tattoo means as they grow up.)

    • JoDa

      I mean, that’s the album in a nutshell! Hurt by a breakup and then learned to love again. The fun thing about it is that it doesn’t *only* apply to romance. When it came out, I was struggling to leave a job that was not healthy for me (I was *good* at it, and it was *exactly* what I wanted to do, but my boss made my life HELL). I experienced many of the same emotions! “Walk” is still 2012, career-wise, for me!

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      In most places in the US, it requires a license, for which there’s an exam. Mostly ethics and laws pertaining to how they can market properties, what they can and can’t say in listings/showings, and the basics of real estate law like the various contract clauses, document requirements, review periods, etc. It’s not a 4-year degree, but most people take classes to learn these things and pass the exam. Even people I know who are property investors and got their RE license simply so they could represent themselves when buying and selling properties spent a few months studying for the exam. Beyond even those basics, Realtors employed by brokerages are required to take continuing education courses and the like. It seems simple, but when I bought my first property, I realized quickly how much I *didn’t* know. Buying and selling real property is a highly regulated and legally complicated process! When I sold a property about a year ago, I offered to go over to the property and hang some of the sign “stuff” (I don’t know what it’s called, but the banners that hang below and sit above the main sign with things like “Open Sunday” and “New Listing” on them) since I only live a few blocks away. While I carefully planned my trip around scheduled showings, the listing said it was vacant, and so someone showed up to view it with their Realtor while I was there! OF COURSE the prospective buyer wanted to ask me a million questions once I revealed that I was the owner. I answered the basics about when I bought it/how old the appliances and fixtures were/etc. (stuff they could find out from the listing/official property records), but said a lot of “please send that through my Realtor…I’m not sure what I’m allowed to say.” My Realtor was relieved that I deflected a lot and got out of there (“sorry…I stopped by on my way home, I have to go walk the dog!”), since a *bunch* of stuff is illegal to discuss with a potential buyer. Examples are demographics of the neighborhood (even saying “a lot of young professionals are buying here, these days” is a violation), and crime rates (even factual!).

    • JoDa

      I’m not sure that I equate people remembering well that Mandela made headlines from jail in the 80’s, but not remembering that he was then released and went on to have a distinguished life of service, with whether people remember whether it’s “Froot Loops” or “Looney Tunes.” One is paying only partial attention to important world events and the other is paying only partial attention to a box of cereal or cartoon. Not a whole lot of equivalence, IMO. If Charmin or Cascade were spelled weirder, I would probably not be able to spell the brand of TP or dishwasher detergent I buy regularly. As it is, I had to go look at the box, to tell my friend when he went on a Costco run and asked me if there was anything I wanted, whether I wanted Cascade Complete, Total, or Platinum. I’m supposed to remember, for 6+ months, a variety (Cascade) within a variety (tablets) within a variety (total)?

    • JoDa

      :Uninformed Colonist alert: Wait, so you Brits have a show where people get shitty tattoos covered up with *generic* shitty tattoos? I mean, I’ve been thinking we could go backsies on that whole revolution thing since November 9th, but now I KNOW we need to. Please take us back and give us this gift! We can provide SO much material! Florida alone would ensure this stays on the air for the next 100 years!

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      Although I will slightly disagree about “never topping it.” Not topping it as an album full of songs I will always be in the mood to listen to…sure, that’s true. But Wasting Light is an amazing album that tells a story from front to back. It’s a mature album, compared to everything before. Certainly their best *complete effort,* IMO.

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      I have literally every Foo Fighters album, and The Color and the Shape is the one that I am almost never going to skip a song from if it comes on while listening on my phone. No matter my mood, every song on that album is solid enough that I let it play. The popular songs are amazing, but my favorite is actually Walking After You (which I have 2 mixes of since it was also on the X-Files soundtrack (songs from and inspired by, not the movie)). The two times I’ve seen them recently (2011 and 2015), they opened with Everlong. A great song in general, and one that stands the test of time.

    • JoDa

      (I ended my time in retail before phones with cameras were common) Men holiday shopping for clothes for their wives/girlfriends/daughters/etc.: “I need help choosing something.” Me: “Okay, what size is your {female they’re shopping for}?” Man: “I dunno…medium, I guess?” Me: “Um, okay, how tall are they?” Man: “I dunno…about average.” Me: “Okay, I know this is a sensitive question, but do you know about how much they weigh?” Man: “I guess about average.” Proceeds to walk them around the store, pointing to different female associates: “are they taller or shorter than Jackie here? Bigger or smaller?” Finally guess that gift recipient is a certain height and size. ALWAYS insist on giving them gift receipts. December 26: “I don’t know why my {husband/brother/father/cousin} bought me this, it’s 3 sizes too big and a short length when I’m 5’7!” Gift cards, people!

    • JoDa

      Some of my “privileges” are things I came into as an adult, but would NEVER have had/experienced growing up (traveling internationally, having frequent flyer miles) and others simply because of where I now live as an adult (it would be rare for me to be harassed as an atheist in liberal DC, but if I still lived in my hometown…). On the flip side, I feel like I would be catcalled and threatened with violence for WWF less frequently in my hometown area, so maybe it all balances out.

    • JoDa

      I’m going to guess they rent in an apartment building with a slumlord. You can treat *your* home until you’re blue in the face, but if the building is infested, they’ll just keep coming back until the entire building is treated and preventative measures are put in place (sealing up cracks, removing nesting locations, etc.).  I would move, but many people don’t have the money, time, or know-how to break a lease when things are bad. At best, you’re going to have to pay for a new security deposit, first month’s rent, and moving expenses while you fight the old landlord for your security deposit there. And if you haven’t documented the issue well (written demands for the landlord to treat the infestation, documentation that the treatment wasn’t performed and issue persists, probably reports to city code authorities), you could lose and be on the hook for a month or two’s rent while you didn’t even live there.

    • JoDa

      I should come back to note that my Millenial tenants are a curious lot, so they usually accept when I say “why don’t I show you how to do this so that you don’t have to wait for me to come by if it happens again?” I mean, sure, I don’t really want to have to trudge over and push the button on their GFCI outlet they tripped by running two blowdryers at the same time over and over again, but more importantly (a) it will be faster for them if they know what to do (no, a single outlet not working doesn’t rate as an “emergency,” so it could take me up to a day to respond) and (b) there *will* come a time when there is no landlord for them to call and they really should know what to do to “troubleshoot” the problem. If their parents didn’t loop them in, I can at least try.

    • JoDa

      Sorry…I didn’t mean to imply that Millenials are 1982-1990. I meant to imply that the *older* half of the Millenial generation were born 1982-1990. The full generation, as I understand it, is 1982-2001. Millenials are, as far as I can tell, 15-34 right now. I will also take this add-on comment to note that there’s a HUGE difference between a 15-year-old and a 34-year-old *today.* A 34-year-old almost certainly remembers their household not having a computer, internet, or cell phone. By the time a 15-year-old was born, we had internet in our home for nearly 5 years, and we were decidedly less “techy” than most of my peers’ families so we were somewhat late to that game (which is funny when you consider that both of us now have technology-based jobs). Being only a few years older than my brother, I was in the first class at my college to have computers installed in every dorm room; a 15-year-old beginning their college search today would scoff at any school that wasn’t fully immersed in technology. Given the pace of technological innovation in the last 25-ish years, it might make sense to split the Millenial generation in two, in terms of experiences. Those born later in the generation probably *don’t* remember life without technologies like the internet or cell phones, while those born earlier certainly do.

    • JoDa

      It’s hard to say what generation most Millenial’s parents are from because the Millenial generation was born at the same time that the age of childbearing increased dramatically. Average age of first birth went up something like 5 years in just 30 years’ time, from around 20 in 1970 and 25 by 2000. The time between children increased during that period, as well.  I’m a young Gen X-er, and most of my Gen X friends have kids who are squarely Gen Z (born well after 2000). Even two friends just a year younger than you’s oldest (yes, both of them) are 11 (born 2005). OTOH, yes, I know Gen X-ers your age who have kids in the Millenial generation, but just barely (born late ‘90’s). Heck, even as a *young* Gen X-er, my dad was part of the Silent Generation (born 1943)! My mom is a Boomer and my younger brother is technically an older Millenial (born 1983). I’d say the older half of the Millenial generation (born 1982-1990) probably has Boomer parents, given that mid-Boomers (born 1955-1960) were 22-27 at the start of the Millenial generation (and 30-35 in 1990, if the Millenial in question isn’t the oldest in the family), precisely at the age they were bearing children, according to the stats from that time.

    • JoDa

      If these “kids” can continually impress me with figuring out our technology on their own in new and innovative ways, I’m sure they could figure out how to use a rotary phone. But why is that a standard? Rotary phones are a novelty today…that’s like saying #howtoconfuseaboomer with a pic of a telegraph machine! How’s your morse code, old fogies! Many of the memes follow the same path. The one thing I will say about the 20-somethings of today is that they haven’t learned basic home maintenance stuff, and the blame for them not knowing those things falls squarely on their parents. I’m constantly surprised by tenants (yes, I’m a landlord, but not the evil kind) who don’t know how to reset a breaker or GFCI outlet, change a furnace filter, change the temperature on their water heater, or even use basic tools. I’m not some magical unicorn who just knew how to do things like this because I absorbed the knowledge of the universe while I slumbered…my PARENTS taught me how to do them, and WHY I should know how. To quote Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (decompose well, Gene Wilder): Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do
      I have another puzzle for you
      Oompa Loompa doom-pa-da-dee
      If you are wise, you’ll listen to me
      Who do you blame when your kid is a brat?
      Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat
      Blaming the kids is a lie and a shame
      You know exactly who’s to blame  The mother and the father.

    • JoDa

      My latest “makeup” purchase.  :Scene:
      (I’m at a ~fancy~ CVS in the high-rent district around my office, going up and down the makeup aisle trying to find the cheap nail polish…I can’t locate anything under $10)
      Staff: “Can I help you find something?”
      Me: “Yeah, I’m looking for cheap, clear nail polish.”
      Staff: “What do you mean by ‘cheap?’ Like, $3, $5?”
      Me: “TBH, I’m just going to put it on cheap nickel earrings so that I can wear them without my ears becoming bloated strawberries.”
      Staff: “Oh, so $.99 Wet and Wild…um…follow me.” (walks me all the way to the back corner of the store) “Is this what you’re looking for?”
      Me: “Yep, thanks!” And I kind of felt like I just completed a drug deal. XD

    • JoDa

      I can’t even imagine what these young ladies go through, but as a former competitive dancer, the hair thing spoke to me. In dance, appearance is highly important, and often specific to the genre. In a single competition day, I’d often need to wear my hair half up and curly, in a bun, and in a high curly ponytail for different routines/groups (I competed both individual and group, in a couple of different genres). I felt lucky if the order was half-up, full-up, and bun, since those hair transitions in that order were fairly easy to pull off. Not to mention the different makeup to match with our costumes. I’m pretty sure some weekends cost me half a head of hair and a layer of skin as I’d run back to the locker room between events and re-do my hair and makeup 5 or 6 times.

    • JoDa

      So many of the questions have the caveat of “how does the roommate behave?” If they always wash their dishes in a reasonable period of time and had to leave early for a work trip they were stressing out over or an emergency, then I wash and say nothing. If they never wash their dishes, I put them in their bed.  And, big one…if I’m in the shower? I had a roommate once who, no matter what time I took a shower in the morning, decided that was the time she HAD to get ready. Whether it was 7 or 11 AM, that was suddenly the moment she had to get ready or she’d be late (I was in college, she was working but didn’t have regular hours). When I’d ask her to post her schedule or approximate so I could work around it, it was always “sure” and then never done. AND she took almost 2 hours to get ready, all in the bathroom, so it’s not like I could step out of the bathroom and wait a few. After a while, I’d just finish normally without saying anything other than “I’ll be done soon” (especially since it only took me about 20 minutes in the bathroom to do the basics).

    • JoDa

      Well, not for long enough to bother anyone else anymore. When I last shared an apartment with limited bathroom space, one day, one of my roommates was banging on the door complaining that she had to pee as soon as I got out of the shower. I hastily dried off and let her in to pee, and she came screaming out of the bathroom that I had left my hair on the shower wall. I reminded her that I had rushed out because she acted like it was an emergency, and was just waiting for her to do her business and then would go back into the bathroom and finish my grooming as well as clean up after myself…

    • JoDa

      And, for the butthurt after this, all I did was talk over them after they accosted me in my own front yard, and PARTICULARLY after they had rung my bell (intercom) at least 20 times prior, waking me up, and rang AGAIN, after I answered that bell over the intercom with a “hello? … No, I’m not interested.” If they can wake me up 20+ times and not take “I’m sleeping, leave me alone” for an answer, they can take someone running verbal circles around them for 2 minutes.

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