Great thread!
I was born in 1975.
There was no such thing as Starbucks. Everybody drank that gack-awful Maxwell House brewed in the Mr. Coffee.
They drank it in styrofoam cups because that material wasn't yet taboo.
The environmental movement wasn't strong, and it was considered cool and rebellious to litter out the car window. (OK, maybe that's just how it was growing up in Redneck Country.

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We used pay phones. They were everywhere, and they cost a dime per call.
We traded Garbage Pail Kids cards. The enclosed gum was rock hard and tasted terrible, but we chewed it anyway.
"YM" stood for "Young Miss" Magazine.
My little brother and I got up at 6am to catch the first of the Saturday morning cartoons. The Smurfs were our favorite.
We traveled with CB radios, not cell phones.
Car phones were gigantic and extremely rare; we only saw really rich people use them in the movies.
All of our appliances--e.g. dishwasher, microwave, washer, and dryer--required you to crank a dial to operate them.
"Microwave cookery" was the rage.
Hard exercise was called "high-impact aerobics." We did it while wearing leotards and tights, and we spoke of "feeling the burn" and "no pain, no gain." Jane Fonda and Suzanne Somers come to mind... We counted calories instead of fat grams or carbs.
You could walk on and off airplanes with little to no security. Kids could go visit the cockpit. Family and loved ones could meet you at the gate
immediately after you got off the plane.
Hope and Beau were on again, off again.
With no email, texting, or twittering, we youngins resorted to surreptitious communication...passing each other hand-written notes fancily folded with a little tab that read "pull here."
The New Coke was a failed experiment.
And by the way, where's the beef?
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