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30 June 2008

unwired

We are an old-fashioned family. I mean way outta touch. As in, you can't reach me unless I am at home. We don't own cell phones. If The Prof is at the grocery store and they are sold out of spaghetti, he doesn't call me wondering what in the world to do to solve the crisis. He just buys angel hair or vermicelli. Sometimes I wonder if people even write shopping lists anymore. Seems they just get to the market and then call home to ask what's in the pantry.

This little column by Lenore Skenazy, entitled "Cell Phone Holdouts are Right: Buy a Phone, Become a Baby" made me revisit the reasons we don't have cell phones and made me laugh.



Still, I found a surprising number of cell phone holdouts who somehow manage to get by without the dropped calls, post-work work and daily conversation that goes: "Hang on just a sec. Can you make that coffee light, no sugar? I AM listening to you. You say you're getting a div — No sugar! Wait. What were we talking about? Oh yeah, so she walked out and — Can you break a 10?"


Holdouts will have none of this. In contemplating their righteous purity, we see the truth about our cell-addicted selves:
"If I were to get one, pretty soon I wouldn't be able to live without one," said holdout Henry Stimpson, neatly nailing the biggest problem with cell phones: the way they turn previously independent individuals into the great unweaned.


And I love this example...vodka smoothie?!:

Cell phones turn adults into babies, constantly needing contact with their
spouses, friends and children. In fact, it's possible that children in a
cell-connected world make out worst of all. This morning, not five minutes after
I'd left for work, my 11-year-old called from the kitchen to ask if he could
have banana bread for breakfast.


Kid — I'm not there . Eat ice cream and
marshmallows. Make a vodka smoothie! Go wild or be a good boy, just pretend it's
1990 and I'm unreachable.

With all of us connected all the time — "Mom, I'm on the
bus," "Mom, I'm two blocks from home" — independence never gets a
foothold.



We'll continue to wander freely outside of our home, free from the ubiquitous electronic leash, thank you very much.

2 comments:

Ouph said...

Three cheers for all cell-phone holdouts! Don't own one, don't plan on owning one, and loving every minute of it!

Mercutio said...

That reminds me of a story when a good friend congratulated me, even came over and shook my hand, when he learned I was a cell-phone holdout like himself.

Less than 10 minutes later, he asked his wife if he could borrow her cell phone.

Solidarity, I tell you. Solidarity.

I will get a cell phone when my job requires it and pays for it or when it gets cheaper than a regular phone.