Cell Phonies
An increasing number of people are reaching out and touching no one, writes Amy Harmon in The New York Times:
THE cashier had already rung up Keri Wooster's items when Ms. Wooster realized she didn't have her wallet. She dashed to her car and returned empty-handed to face the line of fidgeting customers she had kept waiting, a cellphone pressed to her ear. "Jordan, did you take my wallet out of my purse?" she asked in parental exasperation, as she made her way back to the checkout counter. "I'm holding up this line! You need to put things back where you find them."Ms. Wooster, who has no children, was not actually talking to a Jordan, or indeed to anyone at all. But her monologue served its purpose, eliciting sympathetic looks from the frustrated crowd at her local Wal-Mart.
"My instincts just took over," Ms Wooster, 28, who lives in Houston, said later. "Everyone was like, 'Oh, kids.' "
Ms. Wooster is by no means alone in the practice of cellphone subterfuge. As cellular phone conversations have permeated public space, so, it seems, have fake cellular phone conversations.
How many? It is hard to say. But James E. Katz, a professor of communication at Rutgers University, says his classroom research suggests that plenty of the people talking on the phone around you are really faking it. In one survey Dr. Katz conducted, more than a quarter of his students said they made fake calls. He found the number hard to believe. Then in another class 27 of 29 students said they did it.
"People are turning the technology on its head," Dr. Katz said. "They are taking a device that was designed to talk to people who are far away and using it to communicate with people who are directly around them."
In case you are wondering, in between your shouting, for faux or real, into your cell phone, my hostility is entirely genuine.







*Why* would people do this? I go out of my way to try to avoid speaking on the cell phone in public (although sometimes I do, if my best friend calls me). But I prefer to keep my private conversations, well, *private*.
This is an depressing commentary on how technology has dehumanized our communication. There's a band called Carbon 9 here in LA that does a show (it borders on Rock Opera) based around that concept - and it makes for a chilling vision of recent times and the very near future.
Along the same lines, I also saw the trailer for a movie called "Crash", and the narrator was saying how isolated we can feel in this city due to the concrete, glass and metal always surrounding us, cutting us off from real contact. I am inclined to agree.
How many collective cries for help do we have to hear before we start reaching out to each other with real human touch? It is, after all, a basic need. If we sacrifice our humanity on the altar of technology, the karmic implications are clear.
If people are *faking* their cell phone conversations, how honest are the rest of their efforts at communication?
Goddyss at April 15, 2005 8:54 AM
"how isolated we can feel in this city due to the concrete, glass and metal always surrounding us, cutting us off from real contact."
I like J.G. Ballard too, but personally I find that concrete, metal, and glass help me to achieve real contact. My car is made of metal and glass, and I drive it over concrete to get to my boyfriend's house -- where the intensity of the prolonged contact often makes my clitoris explode. It's like a below-the-belt version of that old movie Scanners.
Lena and the Hydra-Clit at April 15, 2005 11:58 AM
Scanners! I love that movie!
Goddyss at April 15, 2005 3:49 PM
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