I dated a girl named Jamie Walters in high school. She drove one of these. She was the head cheerleader at our school, and she was the most beautiful girl under the sun. This was in 1986, when I was a kid and immature, and didn't know a thing about dating; too shy and afraid of girls. Jamie was smart enough to break it off.
If Jamie's your sister, tell her the kid who drove her to the repair shop when her Karman Ghia broke down and could only afford to take her to the beach as a date, says Hi! :)
It took me two hours to learn in 1985, and by hour three,I was peeling out and doing donuts in the parking lot.
Find someone who can teach you what to listen for, which tells you when to shift naturally and how to press the clutch at the right time quickly while shifting. It's incredibly easy once it clicks.
@MattWalshBlog People only speak up when other prospects are ready and waiting in the wings. Courage seems to sprout up when you have a list of options to choose from on the table, and speaking up is easy.
I remember seeing a lot of bands in the late 80's, getting good seats, and paying between $15-20. And by good seats, I mean that sometimes you were so close, you could see the lead singer's cavities.
I saw U2, The Cult, a-Ha, AC/DC, Pet Shop Boys, Morissey, Billy Idol, Alphaville, Pink Floyd, Simple Minds, The Lightning Seeds, The Wild Swans, Yaz, UB-40, and so many more. We could afford to go every weekend. Now it seems like it's an event you have to set money aside for, and plan concert day months ahead.
There should be a Community Note on this post, but since there isn't one yet, a Vigilante Note will do:
Married women gradually gained property rights through state Married Womenβs Property Acts, beginning with Mississippi in 1839 and spreading through the 19th century. These allowed them to own property, keep earnings, and (in principle) control bank deposits in their own names.
Californiaβs 1862 law explicitly supported womenβs control of deposits and enabled early loans to women.
By the early-to-mid 20th century, more women held accounts, and some womenβs banks or departments existed (e.g., First Womanβs Bank in Tennessee in 1919).
Practical barriers persisted: many banks still required a husbandβs or fatherβs signature or co-signer into the 1960s and early 1970s, even for unmarried women in some cases.
The major federal turning point was the Equal Credit Opportunity Act of 1974 (signed October 28, 1974). It prohibited creditors and financial institutions from discriminating on the basis of sex or marital status.
This is the date most commonly cited in the U.S. for women gaining the enforceable right to open bank accounts, obtain credit cards, and secure loans independently.
Now you know.
"Defensiveness comes from the mindβs attempt to keep the self coherent and safe when it detects a threat, whether that threat is real, exaggerated, or residual from earlier life. It is adaptive in genuine danger and costly when it becomes a habitual barrier to learning, intimacy, or accurate self-appraisal."
The amount of defensiveness exhibited by insecure Red Pilled men in the comment section is, frankly, an embarassment.
@thevoicezjtj@thevoicezjtj Thinks this because he's a retard who thinks the arrest of two pimps is somehow related to migrants or some other thing this retard thinks.
Watching these congressional hearings is like watching history repeat itself. Many of the same voices that cheered the lockdowns, ridiculed dissent, and demanded unquestioning obedience are once again scrambling to protect the very people whose decisions are now under scrutiny.
The instinct isn't to seek the truth. It's to protect the narrative. Accountability suddenly becomes optional when it threatens the "right" people. If the facts are on your side, you don't need gatekeepers or damage control. You let the evidence speak for itself.
@AntFetamine@j70808 No it doesn't. It means that in China. It doesn't mean that in America. In L.A. we had what authorities called a "Voluntary Lockdown", but "voluntary" was a loose term, because if you didn't take part, you were shamed.