ladysprite | Tiny Metal Shackles

I find it completely and utterly wrong, in both a moral and a physical sense, that a teeny piece of metal and plastic no bigger than three of my fingers together has more computing power than the desk-sized Atari I played with in elementary school (and runs more complex games), and is quite possibly smarter than I am.

Yes, I have finally bowed down to social pressure and acquired a cell phone. I feel a deep sense of shame for doing this - I'm nowhere near important enough that people need to reach me at all times, and it feels incredibly vain and arrogant to assume that I'm cool enough to need it; and completely aside from that I just have a deep aversion to needless costs and needless gizmos. I've had a cell phone before, true, but that was mandated by school and entirely against my will, so I could feel morally sound while still benefiting from it. But I've run into enough situations recently where it would have been helpful that I decided to give in.

So my sweetie and I did some research, and wandered down to the mall yesterday. It would be easy, I figured. It's a phone, how complex can it be? I have a phone on the floor next to me right now - it's simple, it's plastic, it recieves calls and makes calls. It has buttons with numbers. The really complex ones have an answering machine thingummy.

Cell phones are not like this. Cell phones, in fact, are as far as I can tell no longer recognizable as phones. They check your email, speak multiple languages, play video games, sing the Fraggle Rock theme song, tell your children bedtime stories, and occasionally beam alien messages directly into your pineal gland with their tiny "non-functional" antennae. The user manual for my no-frills, bottom-of-the-line, no-camera, no-text, no-toaster-oven phone is thicker than my anesthesiology textbook. That just strikes me as imbalanced, somehow.

It's tiny. It's silver. It's adorable. And it's far more disturbing than any communication device should be. If I ever make it through the maze of menus and video clips and scavenger hunts to find out what the number is, I promise I'll let people know. I don't make any promises about figuring out how to answer it if you call me, though.....

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I happen to know that you are a devoted cell phone mommy. You have a cradle for it in a car, and talk to it and check in with it so often. You've taught in a bunch of words and it responds to your voice. In our trip to Pennsic last year, it soon became clear that I would not compter with your cute cellular companion.

(just kidding, sweetie. To be fair, I was just as hooked to mine a few months later)

I am dependant on my cell phone for work, not personal use. Literally 65%- 70% of my calls (I know this due to expense reports) are work related. I am a sales rep, which means my customers expect to have to wait no more than 1hr to hear from me on any given issue. I have to keep my cell with me at Pennsic in case a customer had a shipping emergency (thus the once a day voicemail check). I drive 5 hrs a day during work hours on many days and it is expected by my company that I use those 5 hrs as administrative time on the cell phone (thus the car cradel). I am the extreem example of a cell phone user, which is why I am so aware of all the changes to society that are making us so dependant on them.

I am dependant on my cell phone for work, not personal use.

True, true. No offense meant.
In fact, you are rather cute about it.
Not to mention effective with it.
I just consider you an avid addict & advocate.
Nothing wrong with that at all.

Tiny Metal Shackles

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