brain damage
the following is a conversation i had with a girlfriend (gf) while watching gilmore girls.
let me paint a pretty gilmore girl scene for you:
a male character (luke) throws a birthday party for his pre-teen daughter. it is suggested (by lorelei) that the party turn into a slumber party.
gf: there is no way she would suggest that. she's going to have to call twelve sets of parents to get permission.
me: what are you talking about? these are privileged children today. they all have cell phones.
out come the kids calling parents on their cell phones.
gf: man. what did we do growing up without cell phones? i completely dated myself. man.
it is weird to see something like that change. it would have been an ordeal when i was a kid. i guess the one good thing is that at least my childhood wasn't inflicted by brain tumors induced by cell phone usage.
There you go. Look at the bright side.
No huge growth on the side of your melon.
When we were kids we didn't NEED cellphones. We had tin cans with string and the occasional smoke signal and they worked juuuuust fine!
that's right! tin cans. with really long strings. oh. those were the days.