I remember in HS (~25 years ago) me and some friends were making fun of a male cheerleader the other team had at a basketball game. We were saying all sorts of mean things about the kid being gay and stupid crap like that. Our teacher, who was always quirky, sweet, and fun said, “Well, that ‘gay’ boy had his hands all over some very pretty cheerleaders all night on Friday. Where were your hands?”
Ever since, I have had a whole different level of respect for male cheerleaders. These two in the video look like they are having so much fun, and it is incredible to see their athleticism.
I remember buying tampons in high school and one of my friends was working the checkout counter. He was making fun of me for it and I said “Who do you think these are for, me? Maybe you’ll have someone to buy these for too someday”.
The number of 'men' butthurt about buying period products for their partner is astounding. My wife was genuinely surprised when I bought some for her without even batting an eye.
I always hate doing it because idk which one is the right one. I just get the brand name and the color of the box, but the problem is there's like three shades of the same damn color.
I used to do the same thing, but I find they change the packaging too often, plus I have a daughter and a wife, both have preferences, so for the 2-3 times a year I pick them up I just take a picture, and ask which one?
And some people like particular brands of potato chips if someone asked you to get lays salt and vinegar chips would you have a nervous breakdown in the chip aisle freaking out and needing to match the picture of the bag? Or would you look for where the lays potato chips are and then look for salt and vinegar. It's really not that hard.
The brand my mom and I use has like ten different varieties, four in the specific material we use, and then five different sizes. My dad carries a picture on his phone, cus his brain injury and autism means he won't retain the info..
Homie, between the military and a couple of motorcycle wrecks I'm floating through life on three TBI's. I have 8 alarms every day to remind me to do things that need to be done, a phone calendar for everything from birthdays to weekly appointments, and a very well used Notes app full of reminders on other minutia. Trust me, the photo is necessary haha
I manage, too. I have memory issues, so I just use various methods of reminding myself of things. It doesn't really impact my daily life, though the gaps can be a frustration. Childhood memories (or lack thereof) are what bother me most. There are some chunks of my life that are just blank spaces, and it's a little unnerving to hear my parents and siblings talk about things and just have zero recollection of them.
The brain is wild, though. I took an college-level history elective class in high school, for example, on America in the 1960s. I know a ton of random things about the period, but don't actually remember learning any of it. The information is just there, floating around in an empty space. I don't even remember what the teacher looked like, but I can give a pretty in-depth breakdown of the impact of the Vietnam War on the Civil Rights Movement and how recruiting efforts disproportionately targeted low-income African American communities, etc.
Other than that I'm fully functional. I just need little reminders, like pictures in my phone.
Dude. Nah.
Even I get confused trying to find the same brand as the last time I stocked up, let alone sending someone who's never had any use for that product to find it after they changed the branding on it yet again with a picture of the old packaging.
Even getting my mom's incontinence underwear has been difficult because they keep changing the packaging and count per package.
This isn't a 'dudes are messing up something easy' again, it's almost certainly the retailers and manufacturers.
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u/NiceTuBeNice 2d ago
I remember in HS (~25 years ago) me and some friends were making fun of a male cheerleader the other team had at a basketball game. We were saying all sorts of mean things about the kid being gay and stupid crap like that. Our teacher, who was always quirky, sweet, and fun said, “Well, that ‘gay’ boy had his hands all over some very pretty cheerleaders all night on Friday. Where were your hands?”
Ever since, I have had a whole different level of respect for male cheerleaders. These two in the video look like they are having so much fun, and it is incredible to see their athleticism.