Remember the last movie you saw in a theatre? I guarantee the light from some asshole's phone came on at some point. Recently, in the last 5 min's of Shutter Island some motherfucker LITERALLY ANSWERED HIS GODDAMN PHONE. Thanks jerkoff....we haven't been engrossed in this film for virtually 2 hours. It's called ambience and atmosphere you fuckin vesche.
It's a symptom.
A symptom of a fuckin' disease. It's called social connecto-technoligitis
We can't take a shit without our cell phone in our pocket. You can't holla at homegirl downtown b/c she's busy texting other people other fuckin' places about what she's (not) doing right now. You waste time better spent hollerin' @ devotchkas texting/calling buddies to figure out which place you want to go to but then can't b/c homeboy X has an ex that works there and you can't go b/c you banged the bartender awhile back after doing rails in a bar after 2am. You leave a record of your doings b/c of text/cell. You get caught dropping your boy off @ a coke deal gone bad b/c your cell phone triangulates where and when you are located. You can't take a shit without feeling compelled to check your texts/voicemail.
Man Challenge of the week: I challenge you to go out WITHOUT your cell phone. Leave it in the car. Leave it off and do not check it the entire night. Pulling it out to take a number is semi-passable allowance...but as we all know. Numbers are nearly always bullshit. -- You know the guy. The guy checking his iphone/new phone/fuck you in the face with a studded mandingo dildo while people around him semi-attempt to engage in quasi-superficial interaction seeking commonality/security. If your email/text/phone is more important than where you are...you've fucked something up. Period.