The iPhone Is Everywhere, Especially at the Dinner Table
|It's only wrong when someone else is doing it. Or you don't own an iPhone.|
"It's like he can't stop playing with that phone," she'd puzzle. She was right. He seemed a man obsessed. This was the mid-'90s, when phones were still phones and people looked at you askance if you whipped yours out in public. I can only imagine how much more far removed Joe would have been from the dinner-table experience if he'd been able to kill those few minutes entangled in a heated Words With Friends battle. (Really? Ne is a word? Use it in a sentence.)
Pre-iPhone, I rolled my eyes and silently seethed when we'd go out for a meal and my fiancé would momentarily check out of our very real conversation so he could "check in" to the venue. "Who gives a shit about these points and mayor B.S.?" I'd think, judging away as his thumbs would skip across the phone's sleek face. Now I'm the one trying to beat him to the punch as we prepare to dig into our grilled pineapple quesadillas during a first visit to El Jefe Luchador. "Don't touch the plate until I take a picture," I say, immediately posting the image so I can make my friends drool over my lunch even as it gets cold on the plate in front of me.
|Would you shut up for a minute? I'm trying to post to Facebook about how much I love having a romantic meal with you.|
My old cell phone, with its ancient slide QWERTY keyboard technology, belongs on the desk of an archaeologist. This new device, with its ready email access and 24-hour Facebook feed, belongs in my hand. All the time. Even at the dinner table. Especially at the dinner table.
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