Readers of this blog know I don’t Facebook and I don’t Twitter. The former’s frequent accidentally-on-purpose user privacy violations don’t engender my trust. And as for the second, I’m a lawyer. Can a lawyer say anything under 140 characters?
Text-less in Arizona.
But I also have to admit to not warming up to texting. Maybe, my thumbs are too big? Or the keyboard is too small? Or maybe, I’m reluctant to textually tether myself 24/7 like I see so many others do.
For instance, I can’t relate to President Obama’s so-called ‘Crackberry’ addiction, which For BlackBerry, Obama’s Devotion Is Priceless.
If it’s an addiction, it’s all too pervasive. And worse of all, it’s a matter of people who constantly text and in the most inappropriate places and circumstances. There are no limits to where and when people text.
I’m no fan of Microsoft’s bloated software or of their swollen products but their latest commercial about their new smart phone resonated with me. For taste reasons, they left off the guy texting on the can but not the urinal. And I also don’t believe for a second that there’s any “phone that is going to save us from our phones.”
On Sarah Palin’s Alaska, her 9-year 0ld daughter, Piper, says of her mother, “My mom is superbusy, she is addicted to the BlackBerry.” Piper’s quote is in How’s That Outdoorsy Stuff Working for Ya?, a review of Sarah Palin’s new TLC semi-documentary, travelogue/reality t.v. show in this morning’s New York Times.
Times television critic Alessandra Stanley writes, “Mimicking her mother’s thumb typing, she adds, “She’s like, ‘Hold on, I’ll be there in a second.'”
I last blogged about this, prompted by breakfast with family, and how during the meal, a high school-age nephew worked his feverish thumbs under the table texting his girlfriend. It wasn’t subtle either.
So this week, I took a fresh-faced young lawyer to lunch. Sharp and smart, the young man has a lot going for him.
But after lunch, I had to conclude that I’m hopelessly out of step with the new technology’s protocols. Like my 17-year old nephew at breakfast, I found it hard not to notice my eager colleague thumbing away under the table on his phone.
There was a time, I might’ve taken offense —- sort of like having a conversation with someone whose eyes wander elsewhere. But why feel slighted? These are now the times we live in. Emily Post is passé. Etiquette is out of step with high-tech.
And even when it’s not a matter of politeness, high tech seemingly subsumes common sense. Last year, for example, a Florida judge ordered a mistrial when two executives texted each other while one of them was on the witness stand!
But anywhere else, under today’s technological rules, there are no limits on inappropriate places and times to text.