Oh boy. I just remembered something else about me and being a kid and trains
I don't know if they still have them, but when I was about 8 years old I became very curious about the emergency cord. Like, what would happen exactly?
They are VERY effective. I thought my nana might kill me! She was mortified. The chef de train wasn't very friendly either for some reason... I remember her begging him not to put us off the train. Yikes
I have a problem with red buttons and signs suggesting wet paint
@gemlog I know the feeling with red buttons. I was helping a friend move house, and she had a daughter with Down’s syndrome. I think it might have been a panic button for her. Anyway, I saw the button, wondered what it was, and of course pressed it. Only her kid and I were there and thankfully she was pretty calm, but had no idea how to turn it off. This panic alarm was going for about 15 minutes till my friend got home.
@jackyan That's funny! :-) My train story was back in the UK as a child, but speaking of red buttons...
I guess I haven't learned much.
Things just make me curious.
I was having coffee with a friend of mine who owns a double-masted sailboat. I don't know what the laws are, but there was an emergency beacon on the kitchen table in front of me a couple of years ago.
There was a red bit that I thought might be the location of a battery.
Took me a bit to silence it screaming into the ether
@gemlog I think it’s natural—I mean, if people don’t explain things to us, it’s only right we find out what they are—ust in case we need to use them to help those around us, of course. 😊
My friend said that apparently, only men ever tried out the panic button in her house—women never did.
@gemlog I wonder if boys were taught to satiate their curiosity and girls were taught that technology (including red buttons) is the preserve of males (as had been the case for a long time, and not something I agree with). I realize women were the norm when it came to programming for many decades but more recent films and programmes tended to have male geeks more than female ones, for instance.
@jackyan I taught my daughter and son to script, but neither took it up.
I sometimes take care of a woman of 99 (100 in June this year) who programmed punch cards, so I know what you are talking about.
People can shoot me down, but I think it is a matter of inclination? Guys are just more aggressive. I don't think anyone can argue with that assertion? Just more inclined to poke and probe at things we shouldn't. Call it dumber or more adventurous or something else, but the difference is there yes
@gemlog I’m not sure I could do the jobs my parents did (nursing and technician)—must be the way we’re wired.
Could be inclination, or at least the privilege that society affords males. We get away with more crap because of the patriarchy. The expectation that “boys will be boys” that helps minimize our misdeeds.
@gemlog Thank you!
I even wrote the line once in biro on a (paper, A4) ‘Wet floor’ notice stuck outside the men’s room at a place I worked at in 1999–2000. I don’t know if the cleaner was impressed someone had come by and added to his sign. But it seemed appropriate to remind people since it was a bathroom.
@jackyan Funny thing. The world is so international that I can never tell who anyone is until they speak.
Audio is best, but enough text can work too. Names and photos do Not help.
No one in north america uses A4. And none outside that one island use biros... So I'm going to risk thinking of you as a fellow brit?
@jackyan It's neither marrow nor courgette here, but zuchinni! They use chooks for chickens in oz too.
Even though I've lived in Canada most of my life and long ago discarded my accent, I still say the odd 'funny' word. The way 'garage' is pronounced here still sounds very posh to my ear. I still call dressing gowns that instead of 'robe'. Flannel vs facecloth. I have a few...
@jackyan Yeah, I learned it with the second g said like the second g in gauge. Here they say garaahj with a soft j.
Garbage can. They all seemed to be called dust bins as a kid, but that was before they got rid of coal. We all have plastic wheely bins now in my town and they are still called garbage cans.