“When did I first come down with cellphone rage, you ask?’’—Ellen Goodman, “The Latest Rage,” Boston Globe, March 21, 1999, reprinted in her collection Paper Trail: Common Sense in Uncommon Times (2004)
Unlike Ms. Goodman, the crucial question for me is not when I first felt cellphone rage—ancient history, as far as I’m concerned—but when I'll stop feeling it.
The recently retired Globe columnist’s beef was with cellphone users who simply had to share their lives not only with the other person on the line, but with everyone within listening distance. Mine is more fundamental: With the technology.
Today, for instance, for no apparent reason, after I turned on my phone, it asked me for a security password. It never required it before in the month or so I’ve had it. Why, in heaven’t name, did it do so now?
The recently retired Globe columnist’s beef was with cellphone users who simply had to share their lives not only with the other person on the line, but with everyone within listening distance. Mine is more fundamental: With the technology.
Today, for instance, for no apparent reason, after I turned on my phone, it asked me for a security password. It never required it before in the month or so I’ve had it. Why, in heaven’t name, did it do so now?
Grrr....
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