BTI - before the internet.

Notcastor

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BTI, the “ office christmas party “ was primarily about booze and illicit sex.
 
I went to a Christmas party once and all I got was a grill cover I won in a raffle that didn't fit my grill. I would have rather had illicit ass.
 
BTI, if you wanted to buy something, you usually left your home to buy it.
 
BTI, if you wanted to buy something, you usually left your home to buy it.

Not necessarily.

In Og's youth, the milkman delivered daily by horse and cart and would sell cream and other dairy products. The butcher's boy delivered meat by bicycle and would take orders for tomorrow or next week. The fishman came on Friday mornings. The greengrocer would deliver twice a week.

If you had a telephone - my parents had the only private telephone in the street of 100 houses - you could order many consumables by telephone.

And of course - mail order from a catalogue. You wrote out your order, put it in a prepaid envelope, walked to the post box, and the items would be delivered by the postman unless they were too large. Large items were delivered by the mail order company's van, or collected from the nearest railway station.

Today? The farmers' collective delivers fresh seasonal fruit and vegetables once a week. You can order on line, or have a standard order, or give a completed form to the delivery driver.
 
BTI, lil lace's mom was still a whore.
 
BTI you had to phone Yossi when some asshole demanded, CITE?!?? during a discussion on topics of the day.

BTI, there were actual experts with specific knowledge and experience garnered over years, now everyone is an instant expert with Google delivering custom confirmation bias conveniently sorting all the other instant experts in the world to deliver only those that agree with your point of view.
 
BTI, the whole family would gather 'round the gramophone inventing imaginative excuses to escape one another's company.
 
I've heard tale that if you wanted to watch something you had to build an alter around something called a veeceeare and pray that it came on TV and you somehow knew when and where so that you capture it on magnetic tape. That streaming services where you could watch whatever you wanted just wasn't a thing.
 
BTI: There was no internet

I remember when I was in my youth I found a nudie mag on the side of the road. It has been thrown out and rained on and probably pissed and shit on by wild animals but the pics were still in decent shape. I took that thing home and whacked off to it more times than I care to think.
It was porn and in those days porn was very hard to come by. No home video yet or at least not that was widespread, certainly no internet, mags were only sold in dirty bookstores or you could get a playboy or penthouse or hustler sometimes at certain convenience stores. Sometimes. It was a hard time but I got out alive. I also appreciate internet porn way more than these young whippersnappers who have had it from day 1.
 
I heard that if you and a friend moved away for any reason, you couldn't really talk to them or play video games with them or see them in any way, and that this especially sucked for parents who's kids went to college. This was especially true if you didn't know the current numberical data a phone company had assigned them, because there was literally no other way to communicate.

Also, I heard that it used to be even worse, that there was a time when people didn't have even the most rudimentary communication device- the kind of beepers that Helga's dad sold on Hey Arnold- let alone cell phones, and that if your kid went somewhere, you just sat around hoping they weren't dead until they got back, because there was literally no way to get up with them.

I heard that if you wanted to know literally anything you were more or less fucked and just had to believe whatever snippets of information you could find, no matter how out of date, because you were restricted to what your community had, or you had to request an interlibrary loan and wait for the study to come in.

That one actually scares the everloving shit out of me, like, I mean, my kid's not old enough to go anywhere without me so that's not hit me yet, but to have to write a research paper and have to do the library loan would fuck me. I hope to god they gave you longer to do it, because I feel like most of your time would be spent sitting around waiting on the research to come in.
 
I remember when I was in my youth I found a nudie mag on the side of the road. It has been thrown out and rained on and probably pissed and shit on by wild animals but the pics were still in decent shape. I took that thing home and whacked off to it more times than I care to think.
It was porn and in those days porn was very hard to come by. No home video yet or at least not that was widespread, certainly no internet, mags were only sold in dirty bookstores or you could get a playboy or penthouse or hustler sometimes at certain convenience stores. Sometimes. It was a hard time but I got out alive. I also appreciate internet porn way more than these young whippersnappers who have had it from day 1.

Holy shit I didn't even think about this. Yhall were living in dark times.

God I have been spoiled. I'm putting this in my gratitude journal because I grew up in an era where I could look up any kind of specific porn I wanted at pretty much any time and this never even crossed my mind. Like I grew up in an era where you could google your favorite cartoon and accidentally find titties.

I have not been appreciative enough of the troubles of my ancestors and I feel REALLY bad about it.
 
I grew up in the days of mags too. My first pornvideo I saw was on a reel to reel projectors
 
I have a question about the porn thing because this is like... legit bothering me now, and I actually sent it to my bf too, but I'm also gonna crowdsource it-

Were there like... different magazines for different stuff, when this was all print media? Because all I've ever seen in movies and stuff is 'naked ladies being naked'! But were there like, furry mags or hentai mags or bdsm or just whatever specific shit or how did that work?

Edit: Oh my god he wrote me back instantly and told me about the comic shop back room... you just... you just walked in there and it was a print internet, ey?

I want yhall to know that there is absolutely no way in hell I didn't fuck someone from that room. Like.. you know they know what's what. You stake it out see who's hovering where...

This is amazing information.
 
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Guys The Guy Who Drew Archie Drew Porn! And It's Adorable!!

Edit: called Cherry Poptart, I forgot to say that.
 
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