Staring at your phone is no different than staring at a newspaper. Trains used to be full of people buried in newspapers, now they are full of people buried in phones.
It's not your age. I'm 67, and I love my iPhone, thank you. I love being able to look directions or anything else up online wherever I am, I love the convenience and quality of the camera, and I love that I don't have to carry a separate address book or calendar or "to do" list.I'm 41 so maybe I am to old...
On the other hand, I do sort of miss the Trekiness of a flip phone.
TNG for me, thanks. I used to have it, a couple phones ago. Got some fun reactions from people. And when I was still working in corrections, the ringtone for all my work-related calls was Folsom Prison Blues.Just get the TOS communicator noise as your ringtone.![]()
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Just like newspapers used to do.![]()
TNG for me, thanks. I used to have it, a couple phones ago. Got some fun reactions from people. And when I was still working in corrections, the ringtone for all my work-related calls was Folsom Prison Blues.![]()
...and if I lived back then, I'd be grumbling about people who won't pay attention to their dinner companions for the paper!
I don't read the newspaper while walking down a street though! I read it in the tram or train, or waiting at the doctor's office. There is nothing wrong with that, to kill time. But all those zombies at the street are weird indeed. And it is bad for humanity, if young mothers don't talk to their children they push. How are they supposed to learn anything?srsly, @teacake is right. Before the iPhone came along, people were buried in newspapers.)
...and if I lived back then, I'd be grumbling about people who won't pay attention to their dinner companions for the paper!
Back in the day, my husband and I used to sometimes read the newspaper at the dinner table, but only in our own house, and only on a work day, when it was our first chance to read it. "Are you done with that section yet?"I've never seen anybody reading a newspaper at the dinner table or walking up to a cashier with a newspaper in their face. I went out to dinner at a steakhouse a few weeks ago. At the table next to us was a family with 4 children and three adults. Instead of talking to each other and having a good time, all but one had their faces buried in their cell phones.
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